They SangA Poem by NickyjaneThe decline of indigenous Welsh speaking communities combined with increase in Welsh medium education and a generation who speak the language with no cultural roots. Coron: A crown, poetry prizeThey Sang They sat and sang in the new world old words of ancestors
which none now could speak only the conquering tongue, become hence less of their kin? One stumbled drunk with music of mountains and eagles who soared. I cried. And you my lover, where do you go now on the top of our hill when you watch the red kite fly your anger misplaced, scorned, bought, for villages damned, reservoirs flooded sucked and filled with hand-fed puffed fish in ornamental ponds as minnows gasp when laughing crumbs are thrown whilst the silent stealth invasion halts the lyric voice. And I, and them when the heart cannot beat in another soul never touch the loss of a culture driven to dust and sentiment. Arias passed down to bi-lingual heirs who mangle the syntax as they stoop, coron in hand to ask for more. © 2012 Nickyjane |
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