SEASHELLS

It embellished them
With gentle hand
Kissed ridges with precise
command
Was besotted, bewitched,
cradled all in great waves
Bestowed hearts
Of a music
Crowned them queen, king
and knave

Draped an entourage of sea
grass
To trail in their wake
Gave them jewels of colour
Gold sand beds to take

But love is just love
And it all ends the same
​By same gentle hand
The delicates are slain
Because love
Is just love
There is rage in the roar
Now the shells lie in crush
On the golden soft shore

M P 21/4/21