Whelk
Leave a commentJune 22, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Deborah Leipziger
Speak to me of enclosures
of the way things nest
and rest
Open the chain, the casing —
in each receptacle,
a multiverse of tiny shells —
white whole bone
Tossed by waves,
disperse the tiny
delicate beings
embossed by wind
Garland of shells
release the crystal whelks —
membrane sand sound
Empty me
What was once home
ovary
scalloped edges frayed chambers
Envelope of the sea
Empty me
Deborah Leipziger is a poet, author, and advisor on sustainability. Her chapbook, Flower Map, was published by Finishing Line Press (2013). Three of her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Born in Brazil, Ms. Leipziger is the author of several books on sustainability and human rights, some of which have been translated into Chinese, Korean, and Portuguese. Her poems have been published in eight countries, in such magazines and journals as Pangyrus, Salamander, Lily Poetry Review, and Revista Cardenal. She is the co-founder of Soul-Lit, an online poetry magazine. Her new collection of poems is forthcoming in 2023 through Lily Poetry Review Books.
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