Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Mussel time

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 Breakage
 
I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It's like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
       full of moonlight.

Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.

 Elizabeth

4 comments:

Anneli/Bockfilz said...

So beautiful, so precious - both your words and your pictures ...

You are just great, dear Elizabeth!

Zuzana said...

The images are stunning.;) Love the collage.;) Did you write the poem too? Am a bit confused as you list someone else under the title.;) It is beautiful nevertheless and compliments the images eloquently.;))
xoxo

lheurebleue said...

wat een mooie tekst en mooie foto's. de volgende keer als ik langs de branding wandel, zal ik eraan denken ...

karen said...

such a beautiful mosaic....