I want these words to be nails.
No, not spikes hammered home
with swear-to-god points at the end
and cute trite titles at the top,
but flesh pink ones, delicately striated,
with ivory appearing along the edges.
See me – picking such perfect shells;
named in Latin, I gather, Moerella Pygmaea.
How they’re becoming wet new baby’s nails,
borne out of the golden bed of Anderby sand.
How I’m splashing through warm puddles
to show Mum and Dad treasure;
the glee running to the tips of my limbsmirrored in their eyes.
Susan Taylor’s most recent collection is A Small Wave For Your Form from Oversteps Books. She is a Dartmoor dweller, who is currently working in the heart of Totnes at Rhythm and Light (a crystal and ethnic musical instrument shop in The Butterwalk.)