Tag: Gwawdodyn

Gwawdodyn Notes

~ JezzieG ~ 4 Comments

A Welsh form, the Gwawdodyn is composed of 4-line stanzas consisting of a 9/9/10/9 syllable pattern. Lines 1,2, and 4 end rhyme. Line 3 contains an internal rhyme with the end of line 3.

1-xxxxxxxxa
2-xxxxxxxxa
3-xxxxbxxxxb
4-xxxxxxxxa

Note: The “b” rhyme in the middle of line 3 can be moved left or right as required.

Example

Seagulls by JezzieG

Seagull cries over Cardigan Bay
Remembering all that fateful day
A spell cast by Dylan beneath the sea
Wave comes fast to steal away

Old man’s daughters taken out to sea
Dylan’s regretful deeds must then be
Returning to dad on a seagull’s wing
A man’s sad heart as now they fly free

Flowers Desire

~ JezzieG ~ 5 Comments

Flowers Desire
Form: Gwawdodyn

Is there a living that can come by
Away from the capitalist lie
As folks make their way stop by to say hey
Where flowers desire the birds to fly
How can such a place now ever be
To face the angry modernity
The innocent lose but why can’t we choose
To break out from the strife and live free

©JezzieG2023

Outsider

~ JezzieG

Outsider
Form: Gwawdodyn

sometimes I want to run through the trees
in the forest of whispers and breeze
like the times before on to the shore
and to find my ease watching the seas
what if I find I sit for too long
and I am shackled by siren song
my soul would be done this centaur must run
from human places I don’t belong
so I must run fast on my hoofed feet
and burning bridges with my heart’s beat
freedom to find when it’s all behind
on another shore there’ll be a seat

©JezzieG2023

Seagulls

~ JezzieG

Seagulls
Form: Gwawdodyn
Theme: Mythology
Subject: A seagull’s feather

Seagull cries over Cardigan Bay
Remembering all that fateful day
A spell cast by Dylan beneath the sea
Wave comes fast to steal away
Old man’s daughters taken out to sea
Dylan’s regretful deeds must then be
Returned to their dad on a seagull’s wing
A man’s sad heart as now they fly free

©JGFarmer2022

October Chill

~ JezzieG

Form: Gwawdodyn

To walk along the forest path now
Amid the vibrance of every bow
The first bitter gust chills me to the bone
And I look for you where the winds blow

© JG Farmer 2019