The Pearl Fisher

Stringing the beads

Each milky orb

The product of

A grain of sand

You placed in

The soft mantle folds

Of my shell.

And layer upon layer

I grow in beauty

And year upon year

You open every clam

Trying to find me.

◄ Nothing

Broken Shells Everywhere ►


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Hazel ettridge

Tue 18th Sep 2018 08:19

Thanks for the comments. Uric stones - perhaps their time has come, Ray.

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Martin Elder

Sun 16th Sep 2018 22:26

I love you use of such few words to give the desired effect of poetic colour and vision to all that you write. Something of which I have yet to achieve


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Fri 7th Sep 2018 22:00

A very affecting poem Hazel - simple well sculpted and is an intriguing facet of life. Laterally thinking, there is a kind of similarity with uric acid stones in the kidney or the gall bladder, such as my wife had with very painful results. Forgive my diversion !


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Hazel ettridge

Fri 7th Sep 2018 14:14

Beautiful music David. Grains of sand also beautiful.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 7th Sep 2018 12:36

I apologise if this detracts from your poem Hazel, I don't think it does personally.

That comment by Rachel really does highlight something for me, is a grain of sand any less a thing of beauty than a pearl? I think not.

Really valuable comment to my mind Rachel.

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Fri 7th Sep 2018 12:08

How that grain of sand does agitate...

..quite funny how the nature of any such tiny piece of matter changes with perspective.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 7th Sep 2018 11:33

It's a lovely poem Hazel.

It set me thinking about the origins of beautiful things and the patience involved in their revelation, either by nature or nurture. Also how very often the beneficiaries of such creations are not always those involved in its creation, rather those who happen upon it.

In contrast it could be argued that in the nurturing of our children we can influence the creation of beauty, and subsequently be the beneficiaries of our loving. Alternately and disturbingly the absence of such nurturing could bring about the opposite.

Blimey, we could even talk about God on this subject, if we were so inclined or thought it worthwhile.

Of course beauty is in the eye of the beholder, thankfully.

Some might post the duet, but I prefer this piece.

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