Anomiidae
By Felicity Plunkett
Published 1 January 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.