Tabm a Gernow 107 (flowers and art)

En cresen lowarth whei ell perna planjow o plejyowa ha whei ell perna has rag gonis losow rag flourys. 

Hedhyw whei ell gweles ha perna flourys en brithow. Ma liwyansow en disqwedhyans art  a wedh gen flourys, arran ha blejow tulifant. Thew an wedh liwys gen liwyow dowr. Liwys en oyl po acrylic ew an arran ha blejow tulifant. Thens gen limners dihaval.



Ew da genowgh whei losow o tevy en keow? Leun a liwyow ew an keow en Kernow. Leun a liwyow ew an brithow e'wedh.



Ma ken maner a obery dhe'n artiss ma. Nag üjy hei o cül devnidh a scübeligow  ha paynt. Na. Hy daffar hei ew  gweljow bian, paper ha glüs. Ma hei o trehy shapys ha composa anjei war wel ken aga glena. Lebmyn thens stag. Otta borelesyow en botel.

Tabm a Gernow 106 (Art exhibition at garden centre)

Ma Cresen Lowarth Chacewater ogas dhe Truru. Der hedna, teller da ew rag disqwedhyans art Bagas Art Truru. Ma golow da dhedhy rag mires orth an pictours. Ma coffy da e'n chei coffy e'wedh.

Mars eus whans dhewgh, whei ell redya (po perna) An Pader (the Lord's Prayer) en Kernowek Cres. Dornscrif teg ew, afinys gen crowsow.

Mater meurgerys ew godhviles (bestes gwels) ha enevales dov (pets). Ma lies imach broas ha bian en devnidhyow diffrans, rag ensampel: liwyow oyl, liwyow dowr ha glow.   Otta trei margh. Onan ew gwydn. Ma va o ponya üskis. Ma tiek gen pemp margh o conis y wel. Ass ew broas an para (team). Martesen ma'n tryja margh en y stabel. A wra ev pôtya (kick) po stankya (stamp)?

 



"Nader margh" henwys ew an best ma, saw nag ew ev margh (best pajar trosek) -  prev ew gen whegh garr ha skelly (wings).  

Ma nebes edhnow e'n pictours ma. Ma yer ha cülyek ogas dhe crow anjei. Ma yar wharthüs e'wedh. Edhnow dov ens.

 

Ma hevelenebow a elergh gwydn o neyja war lydn po ryver, scowl rüdh (kite) ha oula o neyja en ayr. Pandr'ew hedna en ewines oula?  Haval ew dhe loor leun!

Thera nei en Kernow. Endella ma edhnow mor, gulanes dres oll.
Pednow gwydn ew edhnow mor e'wedh - saw nag ens dhort Kernow. Da ew ganjans mordardha!

 

Tabm a Gernow 105 (Murdoch Day)

Thera bush broas a düs en Resrüdh de Sadorn, drefen boas Dedh Murdoch. Journa teg o hei. An howl a spladnas ha nag era glaw na gwens. Baners o cregys a ûgh dres an stret gen pobel an dre. Thera marhas vroas e’n stret ha nag era kerry veth. Thera lies stall rag boos ha diwosow ha rag oll sortow taklow e’n stret ahes. 

Thera fer en park kerry o rei marhogethow dhe’n flehes (saw nag era margh veth). Dillas hav o degys gen oll an bes.

Era whans dhewgh a vûsek? Whei alja gasôwes (goslowes) orth organ eth. Pur ûhel ha pur spladn o. Thera bagasow o seny jazz e'wedh.

Otta eth moy! En Kernow ma tüs, lies Kernow, neb a gar jynnys eth, broas ha bian. Gwaryellow gwesyon ens!

Ew hebma den pur hir reb delow an den bal? Nag ew. Thera an den o tegy diwarr hir fouls dadn y wiscas de Sadorn. De Sül y vedh hirder normal.

 

Tabm a Gernow 104 (St Nectan's Well)

An Dowr Trevillet

The River Trevillet

at St Nectan’s Well

This poem by Dorothy Coventon, who lives near Looe, was awarded 2^nd prize in the 2013 Charles Causley poetry competition. Translation into Late Cornish by Janice Lobb.

Pecar del via ponya, hag adheracty hy honan, ma’n awon o trefya-scrija dres an lehen, garma liv e’n tunner killas dû, ha tredna dhe vason carrek üjy o scullya dowr tardha war altar an venten o whetha en còsel.	As if running, and before herself, the river spit-screams over the ledge, shouts a spate into the black slate funnel, and roars to a rock basin that pours breaking water onto the quietly breathing altar of the well.
Hebask ew hei lebmen ma hy fadellik golow-mirour o tastewidnya an bramol Downensek Diwedhes. Ma gwedh egina o qwreydha lebma an edhnow a’s droppyas, aga scorrow truedhek tollwiskys en snodow cabmdhavas whans-ha-galar gerys ena dhe gevarwodha pejadow hanajys.	She’s still now her light-mirror saucer reflects the Late Devonian dome. Sprouting trees root where the birds dropped them, their supplicant branches disguised in wish – and – grief – rainbow ribbons, left there to guide whispered prayers.
Ma gwris o conjorya war estyl slink. Ma pedry pronter amethyst o haylya Maria war delkyow sehys sycamor. Ma spiris glas o còrtos en mar lelder reb bottel bian heb ebil – wheg perfumys kens- gorherys gen kewny, o posa war dhelow, a vowes mar danow en fram stanch, ma war neb cor  o qwitha segh hy hov.	Crystals implore on slippery ledges. An amethyst rosary hails Mary on dried Sycamore leaves. A blue elf waits in such devotion by a small moss covered – once fragrant - unstopped bottle, that leans on an icon, of a girl so thin in a waterproof frame, that somehow keeps her memory dry.
Lent ew an poll dhe hepcor, ma’n gwedh, snodow, ha dorgel howlvrith o còrtos lel dh’y golow-mirour o terneyja war vily lebm ha bathow üvel, amovys gans an wurnel ha’n Sans heb pedn eus o kerdhes y dhowr dhe’n mor.	The pool is slow to let go, trees, ribbons, and sun-rayed dome stay devoted to its light – mirror levitating on keen pebbles and humble coins, agitated by the undertow and the headless Saint that walks its water to the sea