Lleu – Cylch Blodeuwedd http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk Druidic Grove in North-West Wales Wed, 21 Jan 2009 01:14:04 +0000 en-GB hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.0.11 Gŵyl Canol Haf (Midsummer) http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk/2009/gwyl-canol-haf-midsummer/ http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk/2009/gwyl-canol-haf-midsummer/#comments Wed, 21 Jan 2009 01:11:42 +0000 http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk/?p=108 ar Blodeuwedd

Into the heat of noon,
A midsummer melting molten gold,
Precious flowers in a field of parched long grass,
I danced.

This was my fashioning-day,
When wands and wills gathered up the wild
And crushed the unknown and unfelt to a beautiful form,
I feared.

Beauty stained with force,
Marked with doom’s ominous woading,
For the sake of usurping a mother’s grieved and just desire,
I fell.

Petals plucked one by one,
Like a harvest of false hope and hidden anger,
Nature fell trapped and tangled into a body of mortal mud,
I died.

Death to the rising sun of joy,
Birth into a confinement of strange custom and feat,
Death and birth in one burst of awareness as
I became maiden.

Into the loss of world,
A confusion at the new senses of limitation,
Heart became choked, voice became lost to the barren land within,
I dwelt.

Who now remembers my beginning?
Who now reflects upon my baneful birth?
If you question the owl in the yew tree,
You will find the answer in the seed three.
Actions set into motion feed upon actions.
If you question what happened on Gwyl Canol Gaeaf,
Then look to the day when life un-naturally became a wife.

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Dinas Dinlle http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk/2009/dinas-dinlle/ http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk/2009/dinas-dinlle/#respond Wed, 21 Jan 2009 01:05:46 +0000 http://www.cylchblodeuwedd.co.uk/?p=105 Tide sinks into my heart,
A pearl washed into time.
Sand swirls into my head,
A fire burned with sun-smoke.

Reflection,
As I sit by the ebbing surface,
The road carried on my back,
The day cradled in my arms.

Reflection,
As I stride in the foaming sea-sighs,
The wind painted with bright jewels,
The world arrayed in yearning.

Heart sinks into the tide,
A peace lost into life.
Head swirls into the sands,
A sleep filled with expectation.

yng gymraeg (tipyn wahanol i’r cerdd yn saesneg… cyn i mi ddysgu’r iaith, a deud y gwir! mi wnes i sgwennu hwn efo’r geiriadur ac fy nghalon!):

Y llanw suddo i mewn fy nghalon,
Perl wedi golchi mewn amser.
Y tywod chwyldroi i fy mhen,
Tân losgi a haul-mwg.

Myfyrdod,
Cyn i’n eistedd wrth y wyneb yn treio,
Y ffordd cario ar fy olwr,
Y dydd fel crud yn fy mreichiau.

Adlewyrchiad,
Cyn i’n camu ar y môr-ocheneidiau ewynnu,
Y gwynt yn peintio efo gemau llachar,
Y byd yn gwisgo efo hiraeth.

Calon suddo ar y llanw,
Hedd ar goll mewn fywyd.
Pen yn chwyldroi i mewn y tywod,
Cwsg yn llenwi efo dymuniad.

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