Anomiidae
By Felicity Plunkett
Published 12 February 2021
Where
the sea has eaten your heart
your edges sharpen, golden. Where
waves’ roll
has folded you, bold
small parts
amber the sand. Where
wafer-notes of a lost
shanty jingle underfoot:
exfoliant songshapes.
Where
the new moon pares
her nail over the mirror. Where
sea sieves
a life’s pieces and keeps the gleaming. Where
through your lens
the world slips
gold like a fish
a ray
caught in foam nets, shorelines’
curation. Where
your halved bivalve means
solitude, no one to close
into. Where
translucent hours cut loose
flower gold, each petal aflame.