The Run

Sunset in Cornwall

I did it again. Sorry. This is an attempt at a form from my native Wales called Englyn penfyr, one of the eight forms of the Englyn.*

Here it is [This version actually breaks a rule, though I still like it, a corrected form follows in the second half of the post]:

The Run
by Neil Beynon

The beat of a struggling heart as your feet fall.
A dying sun lights parched peat,
lights on ghosts who never meet.
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* Brief rules: three line verse; 10-7-7 syllable count; last syllable of lines 2 and 3 rhyme with syllable 7 or 8 or 9 of line 1; syllable 1 of line 3 echoes syllable four of line 2.syllable 4 of line 2 echos the final syllable of line 1. Got that? 😀
Edit: Of course, the careful reader will realise I have the echo syllable happening in the wrong place. Sigh.
Here is a corrected version, I think:

The Run
by Neil Beynon

The beat of a struggling heart as your feet fall.
A dying sun walls parched peat,
lights on ghosts who never meet.

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