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Fras-fhuilt

by Ceitidh Chaimbeul

Bha a falt an-còmhnaidh geal, mar leòmagan,
gach gaisean snaidhte am bachlagan beaga
leis an t-seampù is seata a fhuair i gach ceala-deug.
Gan cumail mion an lìon-fhuilt is rolairean
is na cùlain air an cuairteachadh le gleò
bhon chana àrd òir ri a taobh, anns a’ chabaig,
a’ choinnleag bhon dealt ga cruinneachadh uimpe
an riomball meomhairean òige –
àile làn de dh’fhallas is toitean stòlta,
glàmar seargaichte làr-dhannsa structe.


Àilleagan na Gàdhlig

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Air a’ ChladachPoem by Ceitidh Chaimbeul
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BalaichPoem by Victoria NicÌomhair
Bhithinn air Dol gu Eilean a’ CheòPoem by Mia Suhaimi
Clobhsa Mhargaidh an FheòlaPoem by Ceitidh Chaimbeul
Dùrachdan san DorchadasPoem by Ceitidh Chaimbeul
Fras-fhuiltPoem by Ceitidh Chaimbeul
LeabharlannPoem by Victoria NicÌomhair
Leug Àlainn, Leug GaoilPoem by Mia Suhaimi
Mo Ghaol air Mullach Clach na MaraPoem by Mia Suhaimi
TromPoem by Victoria NicÌomhair

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