Mystery.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

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.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2019 02:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good sea write Fay.

  • Neville

    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

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    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 💙💙💙💙💙

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write and that last stanza is so true.

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    True..And beautiful!!

  • CindyB

    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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