Bruit Blanc

By amlee

Fri, 27 Mar 2015

946 reads

5 comments

I am seashell

curling infinitely inward

upon myself, mother of pearl

sheen beneath frosting gleam of

a heartless Perigee moon.

And I hum in wretched

ebb and flow, the groan

of the oceans, moan deep in

my round and round cockles

a tune that no one else

knows to sing...

I am drum

seamless stretched

proper poised to pulse

the jarred, arrhythmic

pains of the Universe.

And I thrill, throb ballerina

taut to the pound

of my own sound

hollow heat of an

alien beat and boom

that the world

refuses to feel...

I am savage tamed

rebel unkiltered

scream stifled silence

willed, against will

as forever ashen

white noise.

Comments

Some exquisite imagery and

Permalink Submitted by VeraClark on Sat, 2015-03-28 00:23

Some exquisite imagery and unusual perspective on the shell.

Love the strange perspective,

Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on Sat, 2015-03-28 07:55

Love the strange perspective, otherworldly.

Thank you for reading Vera

Permalink Submitted by amlee on Sat, 2015-03-28 11:31

Thank you for reading Vera and Philip, and editors for the kind cherry!

Andrée

Permalink Submitted by torscot on Sun, 2015-03-29 14:26

"...And I hum in wretched ebb and flow,..." I shall look out for you when I'm next down my little beach

torscot

...or pick me up and press me

Permalink Submitted by amlee on Mon, 2015-03-30 01:53

...or pick me up and press me to your ear, to hear what I'm moaning!

Thanks for reading!