Haicw Haiku
Y pentre tawel Dim ond sŵn adar y môr Tan y penwythnos The quiet village Only the sound of seabirds Until the weekend Haicw/Haiku 2016 It’s taken me a decade to realise that I believe in parallel universes. Casually meeting neighbours and new found friends around the village, it strikes me how much of our conversation focuses on celebrating identity and language, in and about Cymraeg . In my second tongue I try to keep up. Thankfully none of this is for my benefit. Idly eavesdropping in waiting rooms, bars and shop queues I notice the same passion for the language’s intrinsic value to community and nationhood. I struggle to imagine similar happening elsewhere. Discussing the subtleties of English in Suburban Surrey just wouldn’t happen on a daily basis. Those Cymry I know who don’t speak the la...
