Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

On first eating an oyster . . .

by Christina Raven

Taste         this swirl of salt wind

Feel           this glide of white wings over tide-tugged water

Smell         this limitless stretch of a wild open sky

Savour me -
for I am Essence of Sea;

and let me linger,
and infiltrate your soul,

so that
even decades from now,

if you choose,
you can come right back

here,
to this moment.

Added: 25.04.2009

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