The priceless pearls that were his eyes

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The priceless pearls that were his eyes

Glitter dully ’neath swaying kelp

Watch the dance of wandering fishes

Finger bones curl beyond all help.

 

Oyster seeded, swaddled, nurtured,

The priceless pearls that were his eyes,

Green weed streamered, sand a showcase,

Where the dark grows and the sun dies.

 

No rays light the barnacle shroud,

Sun shuns the deep place where he lies,

The priceless pearls that were his eyes,

Glint unseen, reflect the moonrise.

 

Dark the sky and dark the water,

Vain nets cast, I lose the prize,

Lost in the murk of wave-churned sea sand,

The priceless pearls that were his eyes.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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