When I go to the beach,
It is not for the sea.
Large expanses of water
Don’t inspire me.
It is the short view,
Not the long view.
It is the land,
That falls into the ocean,
That curves in a crescent,
That tumbles into the water,
Effortlessly,
And the beautiful shells
I find there.
And so, my love,
I have forged you in glass,
My favourite shells,
Conch,
Unicorn Horns,
Coral,
Scallop,
Barnacles,
Molluscs,
Horseshoe Crabs,
Starfish
So we can beachcomb together…
© Caro Ness 2016
Photo used by kind permission of +M Macharia
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