Oysters

A womanly poem from Southword 17A, an online magazine.

...oysters, growing their cold pearl hearts

where even now a stone might lodge to rub

itself into a keepsake of love...

from Clew Bay from the Reek by Siobhan Campbell. It won second prize in the Gregory O'Donohue. Good as the winner is, I think this one is better. That's why it doesn't matter who won, just who was shortlisted. In the end, it's a matter of taste.

Isn't that just lovely?
Read the rest here
and the rest of the magazine isn't half bad either.