Mesmerised
By Rhiannonw
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This is a revision of a piece I posted some years ago, and based on a Welsh poem called ‘Y Gwenci’ (The Weasel) by R Williams Parry, that I liked very much (content and poetic skill) in my childhood.
“I stood transfixed, just stared ahead,
I could not move my gaze or tremble, shake.
They thought me rooted, stiff and lifeless, dead,
and deaf to claps and shouts – I could not wake,
for mesmerised, engrossed, as in a trance
by what the puzzled watchers did not see
– the tiny creature’s beady eye, and dance
froze all my limbs, unable to break free;
when they returned they saw me darting fast,
they thought I raced my kit – who won the sprint?
(too late my legs had loosed to move at last)
– the snake-like biter with the white shirt front.”
One watcher stunned wrote down the tale in verse –
their country walk, with shock – its telling terse.
[IP: Immobile]
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terse, indeed, hard to break
terse, indeed, hard to break free from inhumaniity.
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Is this a translation? If so
Is this a translation? If so you are so clever to have made it just as tense and involving as the original must have been for you to have admired its poetic skill. Your version is wonderful. "snake like biter with the white shirt front" sounds vicious
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This was such an atmospheric
This was such an atmospheric piece, I could feel the tension throughout.
Very professional too.
Jenny.
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It does indeed have the lilt
It does indeed have the lilt of a folk tale. Beautiful piece, Rhiannon.
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Hello Rhiannon,
Hello Rhiannon,
Weasels do, I think. give the impression they might give a vicious bite. That you could appreciate the content and skill of the poet in childhood seems to me to pave the way for your own content and skill in adulthood. Enjoyed this step into nature back in time.
Moya
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