Upon The Half Shell

we found love upon the half shell

salty kisses, blues and dry white wine

softest flesh and crisp bouquet, flow’red garlands

syncopated sways awash with brine

fuelled on sand and summer, stripped those oysters

gurgled to their laughter, overdosed

love upon the half shell, pearls and promise

in a seaside town where everybody goes

searching for their opalescent wishes

in dishes served quite raw with moody tunes

lucky ones find treasure on the half shell

in a bar beside the seashore at full moon

15 thoughts on “Upon The Half Shell”

    1. Usually I end up with the title being the last thing written. Occasionally, like this one, it’s a phrase that becomes the title and leads to the poem. Glad you like it, Mike. Thank you.

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  1. I meant to leave a message on this. I really liked the images your words evoke. I like finding shells, eating clams and oysters from shells and your words held meaning for me, Anne-Marie. 🙂


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