Cleopatra Mathis: Moonsnail
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In Mathis's poem Moonsnail, she talks about the moonsnail's shape, color and how one would expect it to feel if they ran their hand next to it. How it is beautiful and the reader becomes delited at the narrative description. The color how it traveled from aways upon the ocean water to land on the sandy area. She finds a group of them. I enjoyed this poem because I become so entrapped in something and fail to think of the other things. I too can lost in the look of something. Maybe not a moonsnail, but an broken egg or dried up sponges and seaweed from the ocean.
Things change in the poem when she divulges that she does not like the empty ones per se; the shell still needs to be attached to the body so she can flip them. Then after the sun bakes them and the ants go away will a load on their back she can shake to rest, leaving a nice fresh look inside the shell. I posted the pictures above so others who might not know what a moonsnail was. :)
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