Gelli Fach

Gelli Fach

I'm a cell, I'm fragmented, I change my form;
I'm a repository of song, I'm a dynamic state.
I love a wooded slope and a snug shelter,
and a creative poet who doesn't buy his advancement.

Wyf kell, wyf dellt, wyf datweirllet;
wyf llogell kerd, wyf lle ynnyet.
Karaf-y gorwyd a goreil clyt,
a bard a bryt ny pryn y ret.

From: Legendary Poems from the Book of Taliesin, edited and translated by Marged Haycock

Sunday, 30 October 2011

September is gone...

The month of September,
there is verse in the Canon,
 the ripening season of corn and fruit; 
Mis Medi, mydr ynGhanon,
aeddfed oed yd ac aeron;

The Verses of the Months, Welsh, c 15th century

Yes, September is certainly gone now but I needed to post the verse of the month as it is the last one in the sequence I started last October.

I've felt rather unsettled since coming back from a visit up North to visit family and have been wondering if my life is starting to flow into different channels. I haven't felt like doing much on the computer - partly because I am swapping over to a new one which I have been finding less user-friendly. However, I felt I must post the September verse before October turns into November and a new cycle begins.

For some unknown reason, after I changed a couple of things on this blog format and then changed them back, even though I checked all was as it should be, the next time I logged on the template had been changed to something I hadn't chosen. I've been unable to return it to the simple form I had before so this new layout is the best I can do!

More later...