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Ysbryd y Mwynwyr

Cofiodd myfyrwyr dalentog o Ysgol Gyfun Oakdale yn Coed-duon, Caerffili, y Tanchwa  Senghennydd mewn barddoniaeth a straeon rhyddiaith gydag awdur lleol, Patrick Jones.

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Dros gant o flynyddoedd yn ôl, ar y 14eg o Hydref 1913, roedd Tanchwa Senghennydd un o’r trychinebau gwaethaf yn yr hanes y diwydiant glo yn Prydain. Cafodd dros 430 mwynwyr ac un achubwr eu lladd gan ffrwydrad nwy. Parhaodd yr angladdau dros fis.

Gweithiodd Patrick Jones, awdur, bardd a dramodydd, a hen ddisgybl o Ysgol Gyfun Oakdale, gyda myfyrwyr dawnus a talentog o Flwyddyn 10 (14-15 blwyddyn oed). Mae Patrick yn falch o weithio ar brosiect sydd yn ‘agos at ei galon’. Brodyr o Manic Street Preacher’s Nicky Wire, cafodd Patrick eu magi yn Nhredegar ac mae cysylltiadau cryf gyda fe yn yr ardal.

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Siawns arbennig oedd hon i’r grŵp o bobl ifanc i ddysgu mwy o’r hanes lleol a chael eu hysbrydoli gan y lleoedd maen nhw’n gweld pob dydd. Mwynheuodd y myfyrwyr y gweithdy, a dwedodd un bachgen fod ‘rhaid gwneud e eto’.

Dyma’r farddoniaeth y myfyrwyr:

Shovel Hands by Emily Clark

Deeper and Deeper my shovel hands dig,

Through the blackness of the earth’s heart.

In hope of filling my home with heat and life,

To survive this wintery bleak, bleak time.

Deeper and deeper my shovel hands dig,

Through the blackness of the earth’s heart.

Deprived from my dreams, all hope lost,

With no chance of changing my fate.

Deeper and deeper my shovel hands dig,

Through the blackness of the earth’s heart.

Sifting through memories of friends with lives cut short,

Lying besides you in the dirt and dark.

Deeper and deeper my shovel hands dig,

Through the blackness of the earth’s heart.

Looking back at the scenes of my hard and weary life,

Wondering how my dragging time has flown by.

Deeper and deeper my shovel hands dig,

Through the blackness of the earth’s heart.

Into a world where there is a place for childhood,

Hopes and dreams encouraged and loved.

Deeper and deeper my shovel hands dig,

Through the blackness of the earth’s heart.

My life has been plagued by your twisted and devious games,

Yet here I am digging myself deeper.

The Miner’s Wife by Adam Pick

Where are you? Please show your face,

I don’t want to stay here anymore.

I want to believe that you are safe,

I’ll be waiting at home just open the door.

I’ve cooked your favourite meal for you,

Our child is afraid to eat without you.

You’re never this late, I’m thinking of you.

I never told you how much I loved you.

Our Hero by Jasmine Young

While I’m stood here,

Waiting for the news,

If he survived or not,

I begin to cry.

He emerges from the pit,

With a limp body,

He’s placed in front of me,

He lays there lifeless.

Those men  stole him,

They took him away from us,

They took his dreams and innocence.

They took away our hero.

Candles by Miles Aldridge

A flickering hope in a pit full of darkness,

A pit full of death,

A pit full of black,

A pit full of darkness.

Wax slowly melts away,

Like the lives of so many.

The pale wax.

The pale skin.

A flickering hope in a pit full of darkness,

The people’s hope.

False hope, the only light

The white at the end of the tunnel.

The only light,

For which the poor souls do not need,

For they are in eternal darkness.

A flickering hope in a pit full of darkness.

Candle Poem by Katelin Parfitt

 Light of guidance,

In more ways than one.

The way forward in life,

The way forward when gone.

Flickering innocently,

No sign of what was to follow.

Once their flames eventually dies,

The mine will be hollow.

Now they play a different role,

One of grief and sorrow.

Again the are guiding the miners,

But now to a heaven unknown.

Untitled by Taryn Elliott

Here I stand, waiting for you

Not knowing wether you’ll pull through.

How will I feed my baby now,

Now that you’ve taken your final bow

Your baby doesn’t know what’s going on,

Yet it knows somethings has

Gone very wrong

People have gathered

Both rich and poor

As this disaster has brought us together

All the more.

I Blame You by Teigan Rogers

I’m stood here thinking in the open,

Thoughts surrounded by many others,

All scrambling in utter devotion,

To win over our crushed dreams together.

All hoping for the same answer,

Trying with all our might to stop

Traumatizing deaths as: “obsene as cancer”

Ruining our lives through vicious fumes.

Trying to keep control of myself,

I blame it all entirely on you,

The levers on your shelf,

Leads you to turn our work into a heap of darkness.

We Blame You,

They Blame You,

I Blame You.

So Pure by Megan Martindale

Radiant,

Shining in the darkness,

Showing us there is light

Even when the flame goes out.

A little flame,

Brightening up such a big world,

With such a little light,

Almost impossible,

 You’d imagine.