Shell – small stone 26

Spiral patterns and softly pointed curves
Sitting quietly on my windowsill
Once you housed a deep sea creature
Now you are open to voices
Pouring out waves of emotion
Highs and lows, crashing and breaking
In gentle murmers.
I lift you to my ear and listen.

This shell sits on the window sill of my counselling room. As I noticed it today I thought of how it is said shells hold the sound of the sea, and I wondered just what I might hear stored in this shell.


4 responses to “Shell – small stone 26

  1. Absolutely beautiful poem. Encapsulates the therapeutic encounter – what does the shell hear?

  2. Oh that is lovely! An empty house always whispers. 😉

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