They Sang

They Sang

A Poem by Nickyjane
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The 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 prize

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They 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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This is very nice. In reality it could represent a dozen different cultures.

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Nickyjane
Nickyjane

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom