Am I less Welsh?

By hedgehog1

Tue, 22 Mar 2022
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Houseflies dive and buzz circling

The lights of the Pen-y-Bryn Arms stage,

Celtic cutlery set out neatly adorn the tables

It's open mike night at the Pen-y-Bryn Arms

The Compere suited and booted stands ready,

His Francis and Francis suit catching the light,

Cawl, Bara Brith, a bottle of Glyndwr White

An impeccable taste for our Compere supreme

As he compliments this Celtic rush of Bards,

I watch as he caresses the Glyndwr White bottle

In this Mid-Wales Tafarn, Pen-y-Bryn

Welsh readings come one after another

Til these Welsh bards hazed from mead and beer

Droop and doze from their many recitations

I order a pint of Blorenge Golden Ale in English

The Landlord ignores my request so

Once more I ask for a pint of Blorenge

We don't speak that "Heathen English" here

The landlords face glowing blazing red

I shake my head as I walk out of the Pen-y-Bryn Arms

I speak no Welsh yet am I less Welsh than him?

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

That doesn't do the language any good! By all means give a good place to the language and keep English to a minimum at times, but still be polite to those who cannot speak it and show them it makes you more civilized not less! And they should have been impressed that you were apparently enjoying hearing the pieces read though not understanding them. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Rhiannon,

Thank you for your comment on my poem. This was my take on my experiences during my courting days in Aberystwyth in the nineteen seventies,when my future wife and myself would often call into the out of the way public houses in all parts of Wales.