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#7. Englyn lleddfbroest or half rhymed diphthong englyn

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Englyn lleddfbroest, én-glin lléd-uhv-broyst (diphthong half rhymed englyn), the 7th codified Official Welsh Meter, an Englyn, is close to impossible to emulate in English. Therefore, if you want to give this one a try, consider yourself successful if you get sort of close to these sounds. As the on-line site Kalliope says "in English, cheat". icon_wink.gif

The defining features of the englyn lleddfbroest are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  2. syllabic, 7 syllable lines.
  3. rhymed, all of the lines half rhymes but the four half-rhymes must be the diphthongs ae, oe, wy, and ei in whatever order.
    x x x x x x ae
    x x x x x x oe
    x x x x x x wy
    x x x x x x ei or ai
    Llawen dan glaerwen len laes,
    lleddfolwg gloyn amlwg glwys,
    llathrlun manol a foleis,
    llarieidd foneddigeidd foes.
    ---- Einion Offeiriad 15th century


    Absolute Nonsense by Judi Van Gorder                 

    Sorry, even cheating fails,
    to try writing Welsh forms foils
    artistry and yet appeals
    to poets creating howls.












    The Agave Cactus by Stephen Arndt

    Rings of fleshy leaves are joined
    About the stalk they surround;
    Its five-meter height attained,
    Not a bud is there to find.

    Half a century devoid
    Of blooms that would make you proud,
    When they flower, long delayed,
    Yellow suns rise, open-eyed.

    These gold flowers you enjoy
    Took you fifty years, and now
    You at last have had your day
    It is time for you to die.

    I have fifty years of toil,
    And though they've not yet grown foul,
    I have hopes they will not fail
    Before they have bloomed a while.


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