Memento Mori Shells

shells
Memento Mori Shells
 
One is written with unreadable script, Etruscan
Fidget fingers inked a profound language
In sepia exquisite cuneiform,
help I am shipwrecked on this strand
No bottles were available or invented yet
Only this svelte cone which once spat poisonous darts
help I am inconsequential, save me.
 
The other is rippled like the edges of a wet warped book
A riddle of insecurities, housing malapropisms
Hiccups of poems, a soggy scored tabula rasa
Coded imprint scored by whorled growth ridges
As the mollusc squelched and sucked at prisms
In hybrid coruscating oceans, as if attempting
To be a record all its dithery evolutionary vagaries.
 
Both hold the hush hush sussurating sea
Truly an absence of sound, a vacuum clenched
Like wanting wants a hearer
Each naturally selected to be as confusing
As an Atlantean whisper
Each a machine as complex
As any tip tapping geared enigma.
 
Their engines gone
They squat inscrutably
Touched in the head and body
As madly complex, brain defying
As any exoskeletal equation.
Veronica Aldous 1st January 2016 All Rights Reserved
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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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