Seashell Ferry

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #293 – “It Makes Sense-Sight Unseen.”
“We’re asking you to see with your “inner eye.” You will write a poetic scene that is purely in your mind. Your imagination will lead you to an idyllic place, a remembered place, a place you’ve never been or seen. You can call it what you will. This place, sight unseen becomes your poem. Let us see through your eyes.”

A large pink seashell drifts
in with the tide, as long
as it is wide. The shell
reaches shore with a thump,
like a boat being moored.
Tiny seahorses glowing
in gold, silver, and fiery
orange slide out of
the shell, and float
along water’s edge.
The large pink seashell
pushes off back into
the waves to begin
its next journey.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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