Mystery.
Iron-hard the half-shell of a once sporty
sea-cavalier now finished and washed
up on the beach beckons to me.
Granite claw open as if eyeless gaze still
saw passing fish and waited to clamp
by pinch-action without release.
Weapon of death fashioned in sinuously
unbreakable tendon this crab-intent
still survives in hinges like steel.
Oh the mystery which lies underneath
oceans which if but once understood
could revolutionize lives here.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good sea write Fay.
Only a poet could make something as beautiful as the mystery you have crafted here from bits of stone, sea waste and an old discarded carapace...... N
Good Evening FAY ~ Brian here (ANGELA still in bed 5:30 am SATURDAY in NZ} Love the PIC & the sbsequent POEM. Attenboroughs SERIES on the SEA has shown us just how ignorant we are of SUBAQUA ~ LIFE & DEATH ! I envy some of my Friends who studied MARINE BIOLOGY @ UNI. I love CRABS (especially Living Ones) but deceased ones taste Divine ~ Fresh Cromer Crab is a fairly local delicacy in Essex !
The discarded SHELL of any deceased FISH is a PARADOX ! A thing of BEAUTY and yet at the same time the discarded ARMOUR of a once Proud Warrior !
To me the lesson is ~ WE HUMANS clothe ourselves with Expensive Clothes & Jewellry ~ Intellect & Pride & Honour in our Communities etc. BUT when the time comes for our DEMISE we all stand NAKED & SHELLLESS before our MAKER ~ AMEN. Thanks for a very thought provoking POEM !
Blessings & Peace & Love
Yours BRIAN 💙💙💙💙💙
Wonderful write and that last stanza is so true.
True..And beautiful!!
There's always life to be seen if we know where to look. Or rather, how to look. I love this.
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