Tuesday, 11 December 2012

I found a shell

I found a shell

I found a shell,
On a sandy beach,
The grains giving way beneath my feet,
The softness yielding to my weight / pressure.

Picking it up, I feel its texture,
The burrows of time washed over it,
The brittleness of its delicate features,
Contrasting with the sharpness of the fractured edge.

The coffee colouring with a hint of cream,
The sea’s barista training etched on its front,
A foam design on its arch.

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