Tricia Marcella Cimera is a poet living in St. Charles.She believes strongly in the ideology of Think Globally, Act Locally and wants you to Support Local Art. Since 2004, she has been visiting the town of Ogunquit (the Indian word for Beautiful Place by the Sea) on the southern coast of Maine.She never tires of the ocean, finding sea shells and watching for mermaids. Tricia’s poem The Chimera was recently featured in Silver Birch Press’s All About My Name series: https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2015/06/07/the-chimera-by-tricia-marcella-cimera-all-about-my-name-poetry-series/. She can be reached at [email protected]; an electronic version of her chapbook HIREATH is available upon request.
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she found the shell in the sand
plucked it and held it high
it gleamed silver, then pink
then silver again
she took it home/
during the night, the shell grew big
so big that she could crawl inside
she glowed silver, then pink,
then silver again
she nodded and stayed/
wearing her shell there on the sand
just like a crab or a snail
glistening pink inside,
then silver outside
she pulled farther in/
when at last the shell broke
she lay glimmering on the sand
first silver, then pink,
then silver again
then nothing at all/
she washed out to sea
Mudflat Woman
I am the Mudflat Woman.
I am the flotsam.
I am the jetsam.
I am what you find
left behind
when the ocean tides
recede.
The bone,
the pearl,
the scrap of feather,
the weathered wood,
the claw, the tail, the shell:
what is hard,
what is essential,
what is plain
and unadorned.
See how the waning evening light
shines down,
illuminating the fine
etched
lines and scratches
on every piece
of beautiful
me.