napowrimo poem 19: sea shells in minnesota

look at this list of actual sea shell names, and use one or more of them to write a poem.

on the back porch sits the pile
of shuttlecock volva shells
empty of their creatures now
he holds one up, tells me
‘seahorses are all fathers,
it works just fine for them!’

suddenly stacks of rocks
are vibrant living expressions
bursting existence in every direction
exploding, a lazarus jewel box
stumbling joy, a cheeky child
running first boots thru unknown wild

much later, after the bonfire,
after she has found a reflection
in every muddy puddle of spring,
night will drop her dark on us
chanting spells to a weary & magical kindred
whispering goodnight to an incised moon