Mae Alix Edwards yn artist aml-lwyfan wedi’i lleoli yng Nghaerdydd. Mae hi’n cyfuno ffotograffiaeth, peintio, testun, gosodiadau a’r gair llafar i roi llais i gymunedau ymylol. Mae ganddi MA mewn Ysgrifennu Creadigol o Goldsmiths, Llundain ac MA mewn Ffotograffiaeth o Central St Martin’s. Ynghyd â’i hysgrifennu, mae’n hwyluso grwpiau celf ac ysgrifennu creadigol yn ei chymuned ar gyfer Women’s Aid. Mae ei gwaith wedi cael ei arddangos mewn orielau amrywiol ar draws Cymru a Lloegr a cyhoeddwyd ei gwaith mewn amryw o flodeugerddi. Ar hyn o bryd mae hi’n gweithio ar nofel am oblygiadau trais domestig ac yn creu rhaglen arlein i rymuso menywod yn greadigol.
Darllenwch ymateb creadigol Alix i’w chyfnod ar raglen Cynrychioli Cymru isod.
He brings me coffee
He throws it at my face
Hot liquid hits the wall ‘
behind my head. Brown rivulets
trickle down sunshine yellow paint
the happy colour of sunflowers
I chose before I knew him
You poor cow, he sneers
I am a manatee, seven months pregnant
beached between wet sheets
too lazy to speak up
or get out of bed
My skin tingles. I want to fetch
the lavender oil to treat my scalds
I look up, scan the luminous stars
and planets I glued to the ceiling
and watch their sickly green glow
My cheeks throb I stay stuck
to my mattress. Too heavy to move
I’ll call for help while he’s out
My face burns I pretend
I am thin I lean on my elbows
push myself up past the comforting
smell of coffee
I place one swollen foot in front
of the other all the way
to the table The telephone is gone
ripped out of its socket
chucked on the floor
I make my way to the bathroom
and lock the door I scan
my blotchy red face in the mirror
I wonder if, in time these scars
like him will go away