An egg, a seed, a pearl
Like an egg waiting, secret in its nest
or a seed un-sprung, a pearl
glowing between the oyster shells
so the posted poems
hidden treasure in the Moleskines
pocket size, within the box, after box
all over Exmoor as walkers passed
paused and looked and thought
chewing the pencil's end
some to rhyme with simple schemes
some to fly more free
then left behind their verse, a memory of cloud and sky
of rock and moor, that day
stoppered in a bottle, the perfume of that day
perfectly in miniature
an egg, a seed, a pearl
7th November 2016, Hounoux
(ref the Poetry Box project, when over a three year period many boxes were placed all over Exmoor containing notebooks in which passers by might draw or write a poem.)
I remember this! Did you send it to the project? You should, it captures the concept brilliantly. X
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