pearlfisher
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.
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