Kevnisen the spider
(known to his mates as Kev)
left home to join the priesthood,
taking residence in the church,
where he grew best friends with the Rev
and on Sundays
upon the rostrum he did perch.
Saturday:
Butterflies flutterby,
nonchalant, en passant,
colourful passersby,
de rigueur, tykki Duw,
papillon, butterflies.
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It may be venting it down
here in Cornwall,
it may be doing so in Kent;
from the Firth of Forth
to the Fief of Fife,
with an unwillingness to relent;
but, when,
the Howlvluejenn
‘do’ raise their gaze on high
we can see with them
the reason why
their Golden faces
face the Sun
and eye to eye
their work is done.
🌻
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‘Euvergryjyans!’
the writing’s on the wall;
and, maybe I can’t pronounce it,
but pride before a fall;
and, as a black cat once said to me,
whilst crossing my path,
‘salt over your shoulder,
before you’re much older,
see which way up it lands,
or the Devil will find work
for your too idle hands.’
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Dydh da!
Meurastahwi.
Marthys!
Ny wonn vy ‘awenek’
Well, anyway, I’ve used it in a poem;
out of context – of course –
and ‘margh’ is Cornish for horse
which gives the rhyme
to make this a poem,
and just in time.
Splann!
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Ny won vy, how
to do Kernewek Haiku,
so, meurastahwi.
“Nadelik Lowen!”
I called to all the people.
“Kynnyav yw!” they cried.
“I’m Telyn, the Harp.”
“Telling the harp what?”
“No. My name is Telyn, and I am a harp. The Harp.”
“Oh.”
“And what, may I ask, are you?”
“May you well ask. I am… fanfare of drums… a piece of metal that has been twisted into a shape.”
“A triangle.”
“That’s it. I have been twisted into a triangular shape… but, I don’t know what I am called.”
“Perhaps, ‘Tingy’ might be a good name for you.”
“Ooh! That would be lovely. Tingy the thing made into a triangular shape. How happy I am!”
And with that, he struck himself on the head with a small rod of metal.
“Ting!!!!”
Telyn sighed, a lovely glissando of a sigh, but, a sigh nevertheless.
delyow omhweles
my a yll aga gweles
onen hag oll.
leaves fall down
I can see them
one and all.
Just the other dydh ,
I saw a Kammneves in the sky,
after the glaw,
and when the howl was passing by.
Rudh, rudh-velyn, velyn, gwyrdh, glas,
and then the Cornish words
for Indigo and Violet
which I have not yet learnt.
It was a teg Kammneves.
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