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Nos Calan Gaeaf, the night before winter we sit cwtched over bowls of cawl hot steaming broth by tradition lamb with vegetables whatever comes to hand leeks, carrots, tatws, swedgon cabbage or kale, shredded deep green leaves though not the pale stuff that disolves in the stewing before it gets to the bowl a dash of herbs perhaps and a touch of pepper the cwtching and the steam make this as much an experience of inhalation as of taste And when the last drop is gone the liquid focus turns to cwrw that's ale if you're Sais and the singing begins not all hymns and arias anything counts, all is game so long as voices are raised Amid the singing, thoughts turn to those who sat in years past drinking cawl and cwrw and raising their voices but sit and eat and drink and sing no more though in the flickerng light of candle and lamp and fire seem once more present on this night Cynthia Pauline Jones, October 30th 2014
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
thia-jones
Nos Calan Gaeaf
Nos Calan Gaeaf, the night before winter we sit cwtched over bowls of cawl hot steaming broth by tradition lamb with vegetables whatever comes to hand leeks, carrots, tatws, swedgon cabbage or kale, shredded deep green leaves though not the pale stuff that disolves in the stewing before it gets to the bowl a dash of herbs perhaps and a touch of pepper the cwtching and the steam make this as much an experience of inhalation as of taste And when the last drop is gone the liquid focus turns to cwrw that's ale if you're Sais and the singing begins not all hymns and arias anything counts, all is game so long as voices are raised Amid the singing, thoughts turn to those who sat in years past drinking cawl and cwrw and raising their voices but sit and eat and drink and sing no more though in the flickerng light of candle and lamp and fire seem once more present on this night Cynthia Pauline Jones, October 30th 2014
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As the basking warmth of the sun Comes cascading through the blinds It finds itself cast on still, rested souls Serene and calm, no rest disturbed Cwtch, a word from a wondrous place An intimate moment, two’s safest space To hold, and be held Seldom seen, but always shared She rolled over and pulled me close Her hand on my chest, my heart rate rose This feeling was always undersold So hard to find, or so I’m told That same warming sun Now shimmering through her hair That cute messy bun No makeup, I do not care Now she wakes and opens her eyes A greyish blue With a sparkling hue They look back into mine Transfixed, I smile I say something nice It’s probably too much But I don’t think twice The hours roll by No need to move I wait for my moment Overthinking it through Reciprocated in kind Why did I wait so long? Missing every **** sign But now there’s no wrong Two souls entwined Not urgent, not laboured Just passion savoured Nothing fancy, nothing forced Ain’t lost in the sauce Soft and sweet Enjoyed to the end At some point I must go Another day Another time We’ll be back there again Cwtching till the light Comes back through the blinds
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
BT_Flann
Someone New
As the basking warmth of the sun Comes cascading through the blinds It finds itself cast on still, rested souls Serene and calm, no rest disturbed Cwtch, a word from a wondrous place An intimate moment, two’s safest space To hold, and be held Seldom seen, but always shared She rolled over and pulled me close Her hand on my chest, my heart rate rose This feeling was always undersold So hard to find, or so I’m told That same warming sun Now shimmering through her hair That cute messy bun No makeup, I do not care Now she wakes and opens her eyes A greyish blue With a sparkling hue They look back into mine Transfixed, I smile I say something nice It’s probably too much But I don’t think twice The hours roll by No need to move I wait for my moment Overthinking it through Reciprocated in kind Why did I wait so long? Missing every **** sign But now there’s no wrong Two souls entwined Not urgent, not laboured Just passion savoured Nothing fancy, nothing forced Ain’t lost in the sauce Soft and sweet Enjoyed to the end At some point I must go Another day Another time We’ll be back there again Cwtching till the light Comes back through the blinds
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