Gwawdodyn entry for Writer’s Digest Contest


        Farewell to Avalon

Above the trees, he hears the breeze hum.
Rowing his boat; we see a phantom.
Wisteria worn upon his lapel.
His spirit swells as mandolin strums.

‘Oer the water, this gallant roamed free
’til near the stone church, Saints by the Sea,
he saw her;  she shone bright as Avalon;
his sight delighted in her beauty.

“Daughter, beware the awesome stranger!
Your heart lies now in mortal danger.
There’s no turning round should love be betrayed;
your road, still, be bound as obliger.”

This story told by Morgan the True:
three hasty hearts played havoc for two.
So, Arthur with tear; deep sadness within.
We’ve heard Guinevere; her heartache grew.

Top o’ Mouse Mountain moans lazy tune;
a Stack of Stone and a pretty rune.
Hasty hearts haunted once distance between.
Yet love lies, undaunted, mid her bloom.


Basic rules for the Gwawdodyn: Quatrain (4-line stanza) with an a/b rhyme.

First, second, and fourth lines have 9 syllables and rhyme with each other.
The third line has 10 syllables and can either have an internal rhyme with itself–or an

internal rhyme with an internal rhyme in the fourth line.

Example,see my “haunted” in 3rd line and “undaunted” in 4th line (last stanza).

The Island of Bardsey sits in the sea like a huge mouse, with a gentle,  dome-shaped hump at one end and a long tail of flat land stretching out behind it off the SW coast of Wales.  On the leeward side of the island, is a small harbor where boats have landed saints, pilgrims and visitors through the passing centuries.  The water that swirls between the island and the coast is swift and dangerous.

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