(A Shell’s Peril)
Shanelle Clogston
Turned over
by a
knave wave
and washed
on shore
above the
rugged sand
from the ocean floor,
if you stick your ear against its insides,
it talks back,
full of writhing emotion,
silent confidence and loud insecurities,
be still and soundless to hear
the oceans riotous motion, longing to say,
take me away, by a lady in wading
with dreadful dreams of delightful drowning
and cuts from crunchy sea salt
on the roof of the mouth,
screaming dreamy
hopeful sounds
fading.
Clamor 