[Just a little piece I wrote after a lovely weekend back in the seaside county of Cornwall, where I grew up and love going back to. Shout out to Bex and Dan whose wedding was absolutely wonderful!]
Fragments of rock cling to me
like memories of childhood days
Rose-tinted and sweeter now
We never knew our luck
For all I’ve grown: pain & love
& tribulations – it’s effortless
to come back here, too familiar –
as if nothing changes in lazy days
under a benevolent sun –
and the years slide from my shoulders,
a kid again
I embrace this relapse from my half-adult life:
grown and flown the nest but still
clueless, pockmarked with fear &
uncertainty, wide eyes rolling
through grad jobs, leases &
pension policies; searching for my
place in this mature world
“what are your plans?”
shit, i don’t know. the only thing mature about me is my taste in cheddar.
[Let me know if the final line ruins or enhances it. The permanent version will be decided by public opinion so get voting!]
My name is Skylance 