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pearlfisher

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If I was a fisher of pearls

In nacred palaces I’d dwell.

A folio of fantasies distract

Swimming deep in opalescent wells.

Crawling up the sparkly sand

Crabs scatter like iron filings

Drawn by the magnet beneath.

I find eight ancient bottles

Lined up waiting.

I write eight poems and scroll them

Tight into the vitrine necks.

Stoppered, I place them in the sea

And let them go.

 

 

 

◄ poem for daljit

Josie my Bristolian Maid ►

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Lynn Dye

Wed 25th Aug 2010 16:14

Love all your poems, Ann, just as you write them, so agree with Stefan's advice there. Another good one - Lynn xx

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 25th Aug 2010 15:53

The 'crab' imagery is novel and very effective.

IMO, maybe a bit of further editting would make a pearl of this poem. eg. 'ancient bottles' doesn't really need 'glass' which blocks the poetical music of 'eight ancient' - or maybe a different word to highlight another aspect of 'ancient'. In the same vein, you might do either 'sparkly sand' or 'island sand'; both adjectives tend to drag down the line. Reposition the 'extra' desired word somewhere else. I do think 'stoppered' would be a given, unless you want to exploit more ideas from the word itself, in which case it might take a line of its own. Always just suggestions with great respect for your wonderful talent.

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Wed 25th Aug 2010 15:03

A lovely descriptive poem, I had to look up 'nacred' I thought at first it was a typo for sacred but it's not ;-) its amazing how many new words you pick up reading other's poetry ;-)
Luv TC X

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Bernadette Herbertson

Wed 25th Aug 2010 12:03

nice poem Ann and i would like to be the one who found the bottles perhaps the poems would be read by a beautiful mermaid sitting on a big rock swishing her tail in the sea..i can just imagine this lovely scene ! have posted comment on .poem for daljit xx bernadette

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 25th Aug 2010 11:46

Had to have a break from trying to write clever minimal stuff wot I carnt do and the real Fanny Foxglove just had to pop out! (Oooer Mrs as someone I vaguely remember from somewhere used to say!) Adjectives forever!!

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