Saturday, 19 April 2014

By the Seashore

Today's prompt was to look at a list of peculiarly-named sea shells and incorporate at least one of them into a poem. This was a bit like putting square pegs in round holes; I've taken the easy option and used only one. It would take a much more accomplished poet than me to squeeze in any more.



The Gift


the image distorted through heavy glass
like identity perceived at a distance.
a cascade of hair. the curve of a shoulder.
an unequal bittersweet parting gift
and a gracefully hand-written note.
It's almost like we're touching.


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