purple shelled jezerbel

purpled shelled jezebel

I didn't want to collect you

nor to keep you

 

the beauty there

was of a dead thing

just the shell remained

and was the life in you

that made your true beauty

 

there

empty in the sand

you show me your true colour

i wonder how you died

did you dare to break from your community?

drowned in independence?

was it a choice you made?

or was it made for you?

 

for a moment i thought i saw life

and my heart smiled

alas not

all dead purple shelled jezebels lining the shore

was it a big storm my tiny friends?

did the skies crash?

did the winds roar?

before your mortality fell

and you were brought to this shore?

 

So fragile

yet so vibrant

lines of you silently bullied me

reminded me

my place

on dry land

soft feet

not an ounce of retreat

 

and one i brought to my ear

did you try to whisper to me?

did you have something to say?

but the ocean roared

and i missed it

or you had nothing to say at all

 

no

not for picking

not mine to adorn my home with

i prefer to leave you here

or

gift you to another

someone who will appreciate you asthetics more than i

no stay on this shore

for others to see

the perils of being

a

purple shelled jezebel