Pearl

Always a free thinking spirit
trapped within a nacre cocoon of
out-dated, austere rules
she had no choice but to obey
but, longed for more than the old wives tales
burnished into her memory.

Barnacles covered everything. Eventually
leaving all surfaces, brittle, flinty and
prone to easily cut into the softest
of soft flesh.

Suddenly the water was churning
…gurgling
as if there were a storm approaching.

It had been rough many times before
but this, somehow was different.

She felt a sharp scrape along her lips
tongue, chalk dry now from fear
as light came flooding in.

It was all a blur as she was
lifted high then
dipped back into the water
Naked now
completely drenched

and,

the little pearl
was born.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*I was going to write about a mermaid but then thought it might be a little quirky to write what a pearl’s thoughts might be.  lol

Shared with The Sunday Whirl #58

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

21 thoughts on “Pearl”

  1. I can imagine fish and mermaids acting as midwives, waiting for the little child, born from a grain of sand.

    Beautiful, rewarding poem!

  2. I love the movement of this from “free thinking” to actually free at the end. Love all the water imagery and sensations. Light flooding in takes on whole new meanings here.

    Richard

  3. You have taught me a new word…I looked up nacre. I enjoy quirky!
    I thought the ending would be that the pearl was taken, it was a surprise to see just the opposite! But then in man made oyster beds the mollusks need to be seeded to get the process started.

    Thanks for your visit and support.

  4. A pearl can think you say? Never knew that at my bay. But I’d like to have a bucket full and then sell them and get some dough, money talks too you know..haha

  5. The tongue, chalk dry from fear…I understand that feeling. This is an excellent read. I love the way it unfolded as I read. Beautiful write.

  6. Very clever perspective, Bren. As I read through, I had no idea you were writing about a pearl…and then found myself nodding and smiling at the end.

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