I am empty now
my conical ridges are faded
Still the aroma of the sea clings
as I lie on my side among
the kelp coated rocks
My ivory-coated exterior shielding
the mother of pearl lining
I was beautiful once
A home
Now I wait for the tide to move me
or a child with a yellow bucket
to take me home
Or I could be like a muse on a bad day
inspire a great artists
to use my conical spiralling shell
as inspiration to design a cathedral
in ancient Barcelona
But now I am empty
a deserted home
a plaything
just a shell
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Author:
Maryel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2025 07:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the empty shell strewn beaches of the Waterford Coastline which I always find inspirational in its colours, shells, seaweed and cloudy skies
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Such a metaphor in this beautiful piece. Very nicely written in first person it rings with the sound of the sea and the universe that surrounds it. Very nice
Thank you Soren for this kind comment
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