A good friend of mine, Winston Plowes, has suggested a good cure for my addiction to rhyme.  I have taken two lines from hannah collins's poem The Bound Bird (thanks Hannah!) and used each woed as the last line of my new poem.  It is fun to try and helps unleash the imagination (or release the bound bird?!) without restrictions of rhyme.  See what you think. M x

Put pearls of amethyst beneath her quivering wings

And diamond traces underneath her fragile feet. – The Bound Bird by Hannah Collins

 

The Oyster Dreamers

 

They came at night, the fearful, and put

Wishes and hopes sealed in shells with Pearls

Upon the golden strand, amongst waves of

Silver surf with depths of purest Amethyst

Sparkling and glistening deep beneath

The shining crown.  The sea came with her

Greedy fingers, sifting and Quivering

Through the sand, and with her wings

Prising and splintering the shells and

Taking out the hopes and dreams. Diamond

Sparkles dragged away with the tide, few traces

Left, but empty shells, wedged underneath

The rocks and pools beside the beach.  Her

Swelling joy and bubbling delight became a fragile

Mix of fears, joy and deadly loss left at our feet.

 

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