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 pinch
out life for crab does not release.

Weapon of death created with tendons
tough and unbreakable and hinged
sinuous tissue glinting like steel.

Oh the mystery which lies underneath
oceans which if but once understood
would revolutionize lives here.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2017 06:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write

  • Michael Edwards

    Ah fay - yet another joy to read.



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