Smoky Kitchen

Run the fan     over the range,
but no hurry about     this happy haze:
the kitchen smoke     still smells like pancakes.

Y Gorsafoedd

Sant Ffransis/Pedwaredd â Brenin
Ail Straed ar Hugain
Glan-y-Bae
Dinas Dde
Sant Brwno
Milbrae
Fforddlydan
Bwrlingâm
Sant Mathew
Parc Hayward
Cwm-y-Bryniau
Belmynydd
Sant Siarl
Dinas Cochbren
Ath-yr-Twn
Parc Menlo
Y Brenallt
Mynedfa Califfornia
Sant Anthoni
Golwg-y-Mynydd
Cwm Heulog
Lawrens
Santes Glêr
Parc-y-Goleg
Sant Ioseff
Tamien
Prifddinas
Bryn-y-Blodau
Bryn Morgan
Sant Martin
Gilroe

Friday

Dawn and alarm clock     command me downstairs
to crispy maize     mixed with milk,
breakfast bowl     sweet with bear's-gold.

For transit I wait     but fellow travellers
providentially pass     and offer passage;
now shall I board     abaft or fore?

Friday, Friday     day of the fair one;
golden-teared goddess     of the apple garden!
Succeeded by Saturday     for the sicle-bearer,
only Roman     in the English week.

Driving adrift     in Yggdrasil's branches,
around whose roots     sleeps in Rlyeh
the unnamable     and his innumerable kin.
Iä, Iä--     orgiastic
chthonian catharsis--     Cthulhu fhtagn!

Riddle VI

Halt if the Red Hand     is held up as warning;
at White Walker's sign     go warily.