Leaving Seashells Along Riverbank Meadow
A poem by Wendy Webb

Leaving Seashells Along Riverbank Meadow

If earth is heaven in a shell,
a priceless pearl selfheal,
the riverbank shades whimsy’s leaf
of dappled drifts from hell.

Why, I could live another life
beyond late fallen grief,
the buttercup a prompt of me
in meadow sun’s relief.

There waving grasses seem so free
as damselflies’ ice fire,
while iridescent dragonflies
breeze past as paths that see.

Serenest swan-float, duck-fluff tries
to bob-buoy water flows,
where nettle stings fade winter stark
as mulched seed infant flies.

If I could leave this cold earth-dark,
rain paradise shoot-seek,
drop playthings down (dip-dump belief),
souls’ charge remains life’s spark.

About the Author:

Wendy Webb loves nature (sky/sea/earth/fire/wood/stone), wildlife (birds/butterflies), symmetry and form (poetry/photography/Elly Griffiths novels/gardening), and the creative spark. Published in Reach, Sarasvati, Quantum Leap, Crystal; recently in Littoral, Lothlorien, Autumn Voices, Dreich, Seventh Quarry, The Frogmore Papers, Wildfire Words and Acumen. LANDSCAPES (with David Norris-Kay) on Amazon. Forthcoming: Leicester Literary Journal, Amateur Gardening, The Journal. Landscapes: Amazon.co.uk: Webb, Wendy Ann, Norris-Kay, David, Meek, CT, Meek, Norris-Kay, David: 9798851001659: Books

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