Pipi Pearls Poem by Simone Harriman

Pipi Pearls

Rating: 4.0

Pipi's don't grow pearls
I know that
They're a poor man's feast
My heart feels for them
I'm ocean-wading with empty pockets
Digging my toes this way and that
Evicting little plump sea drifters
My hands welcome them
Colonizing my woven flax kete
Soon to be lovingly prepared
Delicious crispy fritters to fatten
My spoilt tribal king

Wednesday, November 15, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty,food,wealthy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sochukwu Ivye 06 December 2023

Gathering pipis, ocean-wading with empty pockets, the poet evicts sea drifters, welcoming them into a woven flax kete. The anticipation of preparing crispy fritters for a tribal king adds a touch of joy to this brief and vivid snapshot.

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Bri Edwards 16 November 2023

(cont.) I also think the 2023 page lists poverty and wealth as 'Topics' and the 2017 page does not. Am I wrong? ? ? Hey, I'm Bri Edwards. I'm never 'wrong'. Right?

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Bri Edwards 16 November 2023

AND THE POEM was dated 2017 on one page and 2023 on another page. I THINK Simone must have resubmitted the 2017 poem. (cont.)

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Bri Edwards 16 November 2023

This is strange: I 'swear' this poem is the same one I saw some minutes ago on PH, but on the other page there was a Poet's Notes saying that a 'pipi' is a clam endemic to Australia. ? ? HMM?

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Bri Edwards 16 November 2023

KETE: 'New Zealand a basket woven from flax' So, Simone was harvesting clams for a meal for her man (and hopefully herself as well) . : )

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