2013 Day 29 – The Courtship of Arthur Pendragon

Gwen, fach, I cannot offer
A calon lân. Kings’s hearts are seldom pure
And never simple.
Dewch yma, cariad –
Come to me anyway
And I will cwtch you closer
Than my own breath.
I will sit with you under the apple tree
And tickle your toes –
un, dau, tri, pedwar, pimp.
You comfort me
Like bara menin and my mam’s cawl.
I would capture this day
And hold it for ever.
My white enchantress,
Rwy’n caru ti.

Notes: Today’s prompt was to write a poem which contained at least five words in another language. I’ve used some of my remembered Welsh.

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