Stole a starfish
from an ocean
snatched from the bottom
of the sea
making it
into a paperweight
holding down
unruly poems
trying to escape
on a passing breeze.
The ghost of
an ocean
hiding in a shell
so female
Mother of Pearl
whispering
in my ear
the sound
of my own
blood.
We all have them don't we? . Some turned into lamps (conch shells) Loved this one... Colin J...
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