New England clam bake

alabaster orb – bursts forth
swollen
shoulders aside waves
sheds seaweed tresses
water – salt cascades – ripples
wash ashore
cast-off calcified shelters
ridges – mathematical spirals
gnarled driftwood alight
flames curl – bow to night sky
sparks leap high
hasten to dry cratered face
mussels steam over stone

For d’Verse prompt spark at the poetry pub.

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59 thoughts on “New England clam bake

  1. You got me conflicted about the difference between mussels & clams, but I loved the poem. I just returned from 4 days at the ocean on Washington state’s coast, & am still burping up steaming clam chowder; dig your last line alliteration.

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  2. Since I’ve never had the privilege of a clam bake, I will comment on your moon, Brian. Alabaster is the perfect shade and giving it (her) shoulders against the backdrop of the sea is lovely imagery. 🙂

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  3. That alabaster orb that ‘bursts forth / swollen / shoulders aside waves’ could be the moon, a mermaid, a person or a shell – it’s so beautifully ambiguous and open for interpretation. I love the sound of ‘sheds seaweed tresses’ and ‘salt cascades’. The fire is so alluring, as is the idea of eating around a driftwood fire. I can hear and smell those mussels steaming over stone. Deliciously done, Brian.

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