I found a shell on the beach, and for some reason
I was immediately drawn to it, this jagged sunrise;
It was not especially distinguished or special,
But had enough power to draw me in.
As I snatched it from the sands, it clutched to the earth,
Urging my rusty hands to pick on things their own size.
Seeing others of its like consigned to a jar, it knew the best
way to help was to submit, and join its kin.
I admired and searched through all the streaking avenues;
I knew I had to have it - natures free gift, and a sweeter still treat.
Lost in the many grains of colour, I close my eyes,
seeing through the outer armour.
Your hard skin is as my shell: rough and worn from
wave upon wave of ceaseless battering, but never beat.
Keep me, for I am unique, even though there are
millions like me in the sea.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
I found a shell on the beach, and for some reason
I was immediately drawn to it, this jagged sunrise;
It was not especially distinguished or special,
But had enough power to draw me in.
As I snatched it from the sands, it clutched to the earth,
Urging my rusty hands to pick on things their own size.
Seeing others of its like consigned to a jar, it knew the best
way to help was to submit, and join its kin.
I admired and searched through all the streaking avenues;
I knew I had to have it - natures free gift, and a sweeter still treat.
Lost in the many grains of colour, I close my eyes,
seeing through the outer armour.
Your hard skin is as my shell: rough and worn from
wave upon wave of ceaseless battering, but never beat.
Keep me, for I am unique, even though there are
millions like me in the sea.
Copyright Conor Clerkin, 2009.