by Jody Palmer

Pearls picked perfect for her swan neck.

Grace as they glide, sweeping her collarbone.

Opalescent Mother of oyster shell

with its silk pastel, delicate sea home.


 Swans ripple dreamy glistening waters;

feathers tickling tranquility of skin.

curved necks softly bowing down to their queen;

plucking, oysters stolen birth, sand of sin.

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