Bob and Mill and Jim and Jill
lay upon the pebble beach.
The foam licked their barren toes
and the sun ebbed back into the sea.
Bob said to Mill "I was a king
reclining on my regal throne.
The fish performed in my court;
The sea gulls were my chaperone."
Mill said to Jim. "Well, I explored,
mysteries before untold.
A sunken corner of the reef
with creatures one would not believe!"
Jim grinned at Jill. "I've had my fill!
I was the richest kid of all!"
My bag broke with all the pearls
and rocks whose core with diamonds shone."
But Jill would not disclose her thoughts
not on Mill's reef, or on Jim's rocks
not even on Bob's regal throne!
They would not leave poor Jill alone.
So to her heart the girl held close
the sweet shell's sonnets of Mother sung.
Bob and Mill and Jim and Jill
lay upon the pebble beach.
The foam licked their barren toes
and the sun ebbed back into the sea.
- Aubrey-Bestaye
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Seashell
PoetryA collection of poems with the connection to the same Seashell. Could this just be a coincidence, or is there a bigger tale to be told? All of these poems are my original work and should not be re-used without my consent. If you want to edit them fo...
