snail
By JupiterMoon
Mon, 04 Jun 2012
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snail
back curled
and tourmaline.
your infinite,
soft stroked hatchings
remind;
bring forth
whispered remnants,
from another time.
your dawn pavement,
now faces an onslaught-
an unbroken line, of
humankind,
stretched into a distance
so grey.
rubber footed slider,
weaving between
footfalls,
given to gliding,
on a film of rainwater, as
all the while, your
coiled and brittle casing,
faces the danger
of shellshock.
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Jupiter this one in
Jupiter this one in particular is right up my street. I think that it's absolutely sublime. The ending is just what I like, provides an image and a wonderful personal immediacy that puts us right where we should be; right inside the shell. Wonderful writing, outstanding in fact.
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