Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 14 hours ago
"Dyma gerdd a ysbrydolwyd gan y mynwentydd milwrol sydd fel mwclis ar draws Gwlad Belg a gogledd Ffrainc yn olrhain llwybr y llinell flaen gynt yn ystod y Rhyfel Mawr."
Terasau
I’r strydoedd cymen hyn, daeth rhesi bechgyn
yn cadw’u patrwm megis cynt, wrth groesi tir neb.
Mae canrif wedi ail-lasu’r tir
a chwythwyd mewn eiliadau gwaed...
rhidyllu’i ymysgaroedd... ffrwydro’i gnawd.
Bu’n gysgod i’r bechgyn rhag y storom ddur
a’r drysau tyweirch yn cau’n dawel ar eu hôl.
Daethant o strydoedd cyfyng cyffelyb.
lle bu corn y gad yn corlannu cyfeillion
ar gyfer y fenter fawr,
cyn i’r tai wincio’u bleinds o un i un.
Heno, mae’r cerrig yn wyn fel esgyrn
a heulwen yr hwyr yn naddu’r enwau’n berffaith,
yn bwrw cysgodion hir.
Ddaw neb i darfu ar ango’r cymdogion,
dim ond ambell ddieithryn,
o’r dyfodol nas cawsant,
yn craffu’n ddi-ddeall ar Braille yr enwau,
am fod y drysau i gyd ar glo.
"This is a poem that was inspired by the military cemeteries that run like a necklace across Belgium and northern France, tracing the path of the old front line, from the time of the Great War."
Terraces
To these streets of neatness came rows on rows of lads,
keeping in ranks just as they did, when crossing no mans land
A hundred years have re-greened this ground,
that was blown up in moments of blood...
its entrails collandered... its surface unfleshed.
For these boys it was shelter from the storm of flying steel
and the turf doors shut quietly behind them.
They came from similiarly narrow streets
where pals were penned together
by the great adventure’s call,
till their homes winked their blinds one by one.
Their graves are bone white
in this evening's sunshine; it chisels the names in perfect relief,
casts long shadows
No-one disturbs the neighbours’ oblivion.
just the occasional stranger
from a future they were denied,
who squints unknowing at the Braille of their names;
their doors, as always, all locked tight...
Part of the CIALL-supported "Extensions" initiative with Island Voices/Guthan nan Eilean.
Full information here: guthan.wordpress.com/2025/06/23/ifor-ap-glyn-welshman-from-london
"Dyma gerdd a ysbrydolwyd gan y mynwentydd milwrol sydd fel mwclis ar draws Gwlad Belg a gogledd Ffrainc yn olrhain llwybr y llinell flaen gynt yn ystod y Rhyfel Mawr."
Terasau
I’r strydoedd cymen hyn, daeth rhesi bechgyn
yn cadw’u patrwm megis cynt, wrth groesi tir neb.
Mae canrif wedi ail-lasu’r tir
a chwythwyd mewn eiliadau gwaed...
rhidyllu’i ymysgaroedd... ffrwydro’i gnawd.
Bu’n gysgod i’r bechgyn rhag y storom ddur
a’r drysau tyweirch yn cau’n dawel ar eu hôl.
Daethant o strydoedd cyfyng cyffelyb.
lle bu corn y gad yn corlannu cyfeillion
ar gyfer y fenter fawr,
cyn i’r tai wincio’u bleinds o un i un.
Heno, mae’r cerrig yn wyn fel esgyrn
a heulwen yr hwyr yn naddu’r enwau’n berffaith,
yn bwrw cysgodion hir.
Ddaw neb i darfu ar ango’r cymdogion,
dim ond ambell ddieithryn,
o’r dyfodol nas cawsant,
yn craffu’n ddi-ddeall ar Braille yr enwau,
am fod y drysau i gyd ar glo.
"This is a poem that was inspired by the military cemeteries that run like a necklace across Belgium and northern France, tracing the path of the old front line, from the time of the Great War."
Terraces
To these streets of neatness came rows on rows of lads,
keeping in ranks just as they did, when crossing no mans land
A hundred years have re-greened this ground,
that was blown up in moments of blood...
its entrails collandered... its surface unfleshed.
For these boys it was shelter from the storm of flying steel
and the turf doors shut quietly behind them.
They came from similiarly narrow streets
where pals were penned together
by the great adventure’s call,
till their homes winked their blinds one by one.
Their graves are bone white
in this evening's sunshine; it chisels the names in perfect relief,
casts long shadows
No-one disturbs the neighbours’ oblivion.
just the occasional stranger
from a future they were denied,
who squints unknowing at the Braille of their names;
their doors, as always, all locked tight...
Part of the CIALL-supported "Extensions" initiative with Island Voices/Guthan nan Eilean.
Full information here: guthan.wordpress.com/2025/06/23/ifor-ap-glyn-welshman-from-london
