The shell
forms an ear,
close to it as sea
to shore I whisper in
waves of forget-me-nots
and you cry at me with your
echo (tucked away in the dark,
not moving the gasp of your unzip-
ped mouth) I speak at you still, I speak
silence as the sea air continues to taste salt
and the ocean with its deep breaths calls your
place in water, to be set from hold, spilt like ash,
come back it calls: come back come back come back
Sophie Cornwell