My Welsh Name

My work, still for you to judge, published at Learning to Fly.


To Dafydd Apgwilym, author of "The Rattle Bag".


Do not play around around with my Welsh name, for the
Young find it fascinating, name from faraway
Lands, of wild dragons and of piled up books
And so they curve their mouths to say the sweet unknown "a", so with a Welsh
Name no poet steals your soul.

To every sound a jingling bell of the knapsack I
Hang around my shoulder, piled with fairy things, and the sweet sound of
O! when I take them out and stare at them and they are
Memories of other lands of wonders
And names where no one can take your
Soul.

Where pots rattle with the sweet unknown sound of something more than coins
And jewels, sweet sound of things nobody knows, of faraway
Lands, of dragons and knapsacks and unknown, where
Ever after has a Welsh name and no poet
Steals your soul.