MARINA
The Sparkling Clam

Time is a precious commodity⁣ when you know yourself too well⁣

Know when you know better
⁣I knew from the start this time⁣

The charm came too soon⁣.

I liked being adored⁣ but
When he cast his net ⁣

I never got caught
Instead I slipped free⁣
and escaped his night trawl⁣
⁣fell tumbling⁣

down⁣

to a jet black ocean floor⁣

I shut my shell up tight⁣
every opening a risk to⁣
my soft grey centre⁣

Ssssssssssand sifted across my sea bed⁣
⁣There was safety in solitude⁣


‘i can’t stay shut forеver’⁣


I dont need to.⁣

I just must avoid⁣

the fishermеn⁣
the sailors⁣
the soldiers⁣
the boys ⁣

who will suck⁣

out my pearls ⁣

peel off my shell⁣

boil my body ⁣
&⁣
call me dinner⁣


Slowly but surely⁣

I became a sparkling clam⁣

spending days in sun rays⁣

on virgin gold sand⁣

elegant and violent⁣

strengthened by escape⁣

from the butchers above⁣

who knew nothing of love⁣

Just the ritual massacre⁣

“Bait Scrape Suffocate”⁣


One friday night I thought⁣

is death really worse⁣

than eternal loneliness? ⁣

Is the danger of damage ⁣

better than its absence?⁣


I spend my days in silence ⁣

at the bottom of the sea⁣

cool dark and clean⁣

now safe and serene⁣


yet I yearn ⁣

to open up⁣

and return⁣

to sea level⁣