An old woman who had never seen the sea
cherished a spotted shell.

At night, when the world was shadowed and quiet,
she would cradle it against her ear
and sway to the whispering surf.

Her mind floated, aloft
on warm waters
the color of topaz.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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