14 June 2011

Magpie Tales 69: Hard Truth of DNA

Photo by Tess Kincaid

Hear the ocean, they say
which is a lie, mostly
all he hears is whispers and sighs
the remains of her breath
through the helical exoskeleton
that became a life bereft of meat,
a shrunken soul in stygian depths
tumbled to lapidarian perfection
by Neptune's hands, casting the husk
onto shore, to be found by innocents
and marveled at, that such beauty
came from such mystery,
and they, never knowing the price


  1. Never knowing the price.

    Isn't that the truth, Irish?

  2. Gaw! This is like a symphony...beautiful imagery. And the photo is an excellent illustration -- notice how, upon enlargement, the ridges on the shell make it look like skin or nail. What grew, and lived, within that little shell, once upon a time?

  3. Oh, this is seriously good! Love the phrase, 'a life bereft of meat' and you closing line just nails it. Wow!

  4. Solid, smart read, excellent finish line.

  5. a shrunken soul in stygian depths ---- wonderful!

  6. haunting and beautiful. my favorite blend.

    i am really happy for you! blog of note couldn't have happened to a more wonderful writer. how exciting!!

  7. The price never bears thinking about if we want to remain hopeful! Very well written.

  8. A life bereft of meat is a telling image alright!

  9. Oh my! This is wonderful!

    Anna :o]

  10. when it comes to life and death choices.
    things become tense.

    lovely story.
    well composed.


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