The Orange Room Review

Accessible poetry of substance


Tiny Treasures

by Wynne Huddleston


You remember that I want seashells
for souvenirs, but we have to return
home the next morning. So you wake me
at 4 a.m., pull me up and whisper,
Let's go. We walk along the deserted
beach, stealing the time between
night and day, like thieves
in the darkness, with only a sliver
of moon and a flashlight
low on batteries. We pick up whatever
glitters in the reflection of our small light,
then hold it closer to see if it is something
we want to keep—a clam's ugly shell
with a fluorescent silver lining, a pink
Columbellidae polished smooth
 
by rough sand, sometimes a perfect
specimen, sometimes a broken shell, shining
with mother of pearl, a knobby Mitridae, twisted
into an ice cream cone spiral, and bits
of glass in amber, cobalt blue, and red. We leave
the trash behind and gather
all the tiny treasures we can. Abandoning
our sandals, we breath with the ocean's waves,
relishing the squish of uneven,
wet sand beneath our feet
until sun's golden trumpet interrupts
with the reality of day.



WYNNE HUDDLESTON is a music teacher, a member of the Mississippi Poetry Society and a board member of the Mississippi Writers Guild. Her poetry has been accepted by over thirty print and online journals such as Birmingham Arts Journal, Stymie Magazine, Southern Women's Review, The Mom Egg, Raven Chronicles, Halfway Down the Stairs, Camroc Press Review, Thema, and others. Ms. Huddleston is currently working on two books of poetry. For more info please see http://wynnehuddleston.wordpress.com/.