Following the format of the Rondeau – 15 lines, three stanzas, 2 rhymes and 10 syllables per line. Here goes nothing…
Cornwall
For the first time it felt like coming home
After so many years on the roam
A seemingly simple trip to Cornwall
A family reunion for us all
It remains the county I’ve always known
I’m returning, in some sense fully grown
A sense of oneness I at last condone
Memories plunge in like a waterfall
For the first time
Childhood beaches washed with sea-spray cologne
Reminiscences yielding up the throne
Demons fading now once and for all
Acceptance and peace hold me in their thrall
For the first time
Saulzais, 17 May, 2017