Pearl Lessons

In the oystershell darkness of lost Lyonesse
nacred desire builds its shrine
around a grain of sand so fine
that only the heart can perceive it:
the O in an open-mouthed equation
the core of the whispering seed
the bubble of light on the fluted tongue
of the treasure hunter who prises me awake
to find the blue moon coming full circle


© Helen Sword 2008