August, 2013
In my secret forest
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 3, 2013
In my secret forest
In my secret forest
at the bottom of my garden
I discovered a shell
It was empty
Yet when I held it
to my ear
I found it filled with sound
The swirling ocean
rushing, roaring, crashing
on to the beach
The whistling of the wind
whipping up the sand
stinging my eyes
Oh no!
I quickly dropped the shell
and all was calm again
I tasted a salty tear
dislodged by the sands
of my imagination
Rubbed my red rimmed eyes
as if I really had
swam in the ocean
Held my face up to the breeze
swung my arms and danced
along the beach
rejoicing in my freedom
The shell fell silent
in my secret forest
at the bottom of my garden
A gift from the sea
longing for me
to pick it up once more
and let the genie free.
