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.
~*~
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*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
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visual, powerful, excellent
Truly imaginative – a great read!
A classic bit of perspective. Point of view is outstanding.
Great fun, Bren. I enjoyed following the journey of the pearl through the oyster’s eyes.
Lovely writing and a lovely, surprise ending! I had to look up NACRE, what a good word!
Now that is amazing!
Ooooh I too was completely surprised… how delightful… terrific poem .. I was completely heading in another direction … how lovely!
I can imagine fish and mermaids acting as midwives, waiting for the little child, born from a grain of sand.
Beautiful, rewarding poem!
A pearl of a poem!
I echo all the others here, Bren. This is delightful!
Pamela
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
This is delightful. Great imagery.
“Tongue, chalk dry from fear”, is great sense imagery. Thanks for your notes. I caught a glimpse of the mermaid, but like quirky better.
Elizabeth
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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.
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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
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.
I like it! I thought it was the oyster’s perspective until the very end. Way to take us on the ride with you.😉
I once found a pearl inside an oyster while eating at Red Lobster… can you believe it?
Wow! Did you make it into a piece of jewelry? That is amazing!
wow!! i think this is so far the best thing i’ve read today!!
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.