I always look for these shells whenever a bit of sand hoves
into view. They are such a gift. My hopes were pinned on
the promise of far places they offered. Some of that promise
has been redeemed but nowhere near as much as I would have
liked. One of my brothers, on the other hand, went to very
far away places, with National Service and my husband was a
sailor who sailed to far flung places. Both should have been me!!
(I’m going to apologise for the word ‘hoves’ as I’ve used this for
ever meaning as ‘when something comes into view.’ However, I now
discover it’s not in any dictionary. Can anyone shed light on its
provenance? As it is, I think it must be colloquial?)
CONCH SHELL
All life lies
In the curved hollow
Of this curling shell
Resting in the sand.
Full of silent loveliness,
Of enduring beauty,
Even when smashed
Against sad wrecks
Or drowned in rock pools.
Put it to the ear,
Let the oceans
Of the world
Whisper their enchantment.
Of whales,
Of new places,
Of new moons and stars,
Of ships that pass
In the night.
Fill the listening heart
With desire, with longing,
To be swept around the world
On the backs of white horses.
©2023 Gwen Grant.