Fay Slimm

(Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

The Shell.

Ivory white, and quite symmetrical,
It oozes artistry.

Hardened by time and water's frenetic
Movement, this shell imparts
It's own magnetic pull on my poet's mind.

Bright bold stripes adorn it.
Holed now, minutely, by another kind
Of life, it still fits
My idea of perfect shape for usage.

Up from the watery deep,
I will keep this former house of beauty.

It's unused silent harvest I will reap.

Submitted: Friday, October 16, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, November 04, 2009

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  • Susan Jarvis (10/28/2009 7:41:00 PM)

    Your astute and beautifully chosen words portray an almost photographic image of this amazing shell, and the closing line is truly enchanting. S :) (Report) Reply

  • Bob Gibson (10/17/2009 1:17:00 PM)

    an empty shell bleached by the sun, washed up on a sandy shore
    once scooting on the oceans floor a mollusk with a trap door
    discarded till this day, and taken home by our Fay (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Stirk (10/16/2009 8:26:00 AM)

    Fay, I love your perception and analytical approach. I also love sheshells on the sheshore. Great poem
    Steve (Report) Reply

  • Ian Bowen (10/16/2009 8:15:00 AM)

    Fay, wonderful poetry can be gleaned by staring natures beauty in the face. You have done both with accuracy and choice of word.10/10
    Ian (Report) Reply

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