Poem: Pearls
On a ramshackle island alone in his world,
Is a man castaway with a bucket of pearls.
See each pearl can change shape, feel and colour and more,
He knows though, not to question the pearl metaphor.
Because pearls can’t be eaten or drunken or sailed,
And the pearls are not purposely hidden or veiled.
They are pearls and they’re beautiful noone need ask,
If their amorphous lustre is wearing a mask.
