Selling sea-shells

Washed ashore a wish
of something more; a hush of
shell-trapped sea
a tense of past or future lost
or maybe just for me
alone.

You wind,
you held us tight, her hair
a shawl around my neck.
You shore,
why don’t you tell the way
her ships have left.

And there
a bottled message
(water-logged farewell)
for me to find.
The ink has bled,
to nothingness, and there
I realize how close to
tears the water really rests.

Apocalypse Du Printemps by Jean Messagier

Apocalypse Du Printemps by Jean Messagier

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December 15, 2016

28 responses to “Selling sea-shells

  1. Beautifully penned Björn, the opening lines ‘Washed ashore a wish
    of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea’ are so gorgeous and it flows all the way through to ‘I realize how close to tears the water really rests’. Thank you again for all your hosting and support and I wish you and your family a very blessed festive season and a happy, healthy and creative 2017 :o)

  2. The sea, oh yes, our watery salty womb, from whence we crawled up on the land & began our residence. Your closing lines are killer, & your rhyme scheme is clever–sort of a sailor’s shanty.

  3. I finally wrote a new episode of BLACKTHORNE, hope you will dig it. Thank-you personally for helming dVerse over stormy seas. 2017 should bring us all more creativity, insight & joy.

  4. I had to read it aloud first as I always had trouble with the tongue twister ‘she sells seashells….’ Once I’d overcome the tongue twisting, the word play shone out at me. That first stanza sounded like the sea, with ‘Washed ashore a wish
    of something more; a hush of
    shell-trapped sea’.
    I love the way you directly address the wind with that wonderful image:
    ‘you held us tight, her hair
    a shawl around my neck’.
    That’s a marvellous image of the ‘water-logged farewell’ in which the ‘ink has bled, / to nothingness’, crowned by the final two lines.

  5. Wowsers Bjorn -and such fresh ink too! You really wrote this fresh today?? Brilliant… Such poise and beauty here – apparently effortless too – which makes it all the sweeter…

  6. Read aloud, the words are twisting and rolling around my tongue~ Love the part: You wind, You shore ~ The ink has bled, such a poignant piece ~

  7. Your poem is wonderfully booby-trapped with fantastic lines. The last two choked me a bit. It was as if an old familiar voice whispered in my ear a secret I had felt… but didn’t quite know.

  8. Fantastic internal rhyme and slant rhyme in this. And I love that final phrase “and there I realize how close to
    tears the water really rests.”

  9. The imagery is so visceral here – her hair as a shawl … The ink that has bled to nothingness. Beautilly penned.
    Merry Christmas, my friend. Here’s to a healthy 2017 for all.

  10. Stunning work. This is beautiful….”a hush of shell-trapped sea”. I love the phrasing and how this poem sounds read aloud.

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