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#6. Englyn proest dalgron or half rhymed englyn


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Englyn proest dalgron, én-glin proyst dál-gron ( half rhymed englyn), sometimes referred to as Englyn Proest Cyfnewidlog is verse that utilizes proest or half rhyme but no full rhyme. It is the 6th codified Official Welsh Meter, an Englyn,

The elements of the englyn proest dalgron are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  2. syllabic, made up of 7 syllable lines.
  3. rhymed, all of the lines half rhyme. In this stanza form, the rhymes are formed by vowels of the same length or by vowels of the same length followed by a consonant or the vowel w (long oo in English). The key is the rhymed syllables must be the same length. Long sounds match with long sounds and short sounds match with short sounds. (vote and boot are the same length but, bale and bill are not)

    x x x x x x a                                                     
    x x x x x x a
    x x x x x x a
    x x x x x x a

     

    Agharat hoen leuat liw
    yghiyeth lewychweith law
    wyf oth garat, glwyfgat glew,
    ynvyt drew benyt y'mbyw
    ---- Einion Offeiriad 15th century
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    Giving feet a grateful soak,
    I inspect a spiring peak.

    Former aeons formed these rocks
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    There are carved-out caves and nooks.

    See the massive mountain ridge,
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    Wearing blossoms like a badge,
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    When I hear the canyon rills
    With the gurgling sound that lulls,
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    I wish my house had such walls.

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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