Now, I’ll line my coffin with sea shells
be reborn as an oyster’s pearl.
Fly high with the cry of a sea-gull
and bleed for the pale lonely girl.
She sold her wares on the sea-shore
though not many wanted to buy.
Her body was thin,
her hair short shorn
here I am,
So I’ll line my coffin with her sea shells
in the ocean lie forever more.
For the girl who sold her sea shells
there on the sandy sea-shore.
Today is Day 19 of NaPoWriMo 2014, and I started out with a completely different idea. The prompt provided us with a list of amazing names of sea shells and I started out trying to describe a person made out of them. However, no matter what I did I couldn’t get the old rhyme ‘She sells sea shells on the sea-shore, and the shells she sells are sea shells I’m sure’ out of my head (quite distracting!), so this is what I ended up with. The name of the poem (Lazarus Jewel Box) is actually the name for a sea shell… Hope you enjoyed!