Friday, October 14, 2011
The Awdl Gywydd and what to do if it bites you
I can't believe I'm 50 years old and this is my first awdl gywydd. What have I done with my life?
Actually I'd never heard of an awdl until Grace O'Malley at Imaginary Toads encouraged us to write one a few days ago. Basically its a strictly formal Welsh Middle Ages poetic form - Grace will enlighten you further on the link.
Being a Welsh verse form, I thought I'd go for a Welsh theme. Wales play France in the semi-finals of the Rugby World Cup this weekend after knocking out Ireland. Personally, I wasn't too bothered. In Ireland, rugby is basically a public school / private school sport, like in Scotland and in England, whereas in Wales it is more working class. I'm also prejudiced because the school I went to in England was modelled on public school lines and we all had to play rugby instead of footie which killed me.
But for the Welsh, I hope ye go on to win it -
Men of Harlech
Men of Harlech, clear your throats,
dismount your goats, practise scrums,
dream of your valleys of green,
stick heads between comrades’ bums.
Put aside your aching bones,
Jenkins, Jones and Warburton.
If you find the French too strong,
your bones will long be hurtin’.
Men of Swansea, Newport, Rhyl,
the valleys will be cheering.
Jaws will harden, buttocks clench –
the feckless French are nearing.
Clasp tightly your odd-shaped balls,
Destiny calls to stir you.
Choirs sing of you in B flat
but don’t let that deter you.