Seaglass
written by: Paul Thwaites
Turned in our hands, the seaglass
Smooth and green, as round as sky,
Wondering how sea had carved it,
Tumbling, tumbling,
Wave and swish,
The daily grind.
And burrs imagined,
Carborundum rubbed,
Insistence of waves,
Making the edges kinder,
Round as dreams.
We held our eyes to the squint light,
Of bubbles
Frozen upon their axis,
A finger and thumb of space
And the seaglasss enchanted,
Was talisman, omen,
Amulet turned like a charm
In the secret darkness
Pocketed more than marble or pebble,
That told of its substance ~
In the hand of man, the sea’s agreement,
Between the ocean and earth.
Given then,
Its special place in the garden,
A place to acknowledge
Its special worth.
I am a writer living in Yorkshire, England, recently retired from the teaching profession. I have always written and love poetry and have a large backlog of work. I have, through my own neglect had little published. I had four poems in a recent anthology: "Viral Verses," put together to raise funds for the NHS and am currently working with a sculptor writing poems to complement his work. I have a few collections on the go: "Norse Gods," "Box of Ochre," "Water Dancing with the Moon."
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- Seaglass - March 31, 2026
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