She sells seashells....

A challenge is to write a poem, using one or more names of seashells in a given list. The poem need not be about seashells, just inspired by one or more of the names. I used the entire list and took cue from Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky to write a nonsense poem. I've placed the names in bold for the sake of convenient perusal.

Yes, I know what you're thinking, and yes, they really are actual names of seashells. My poem may be just as silly, if not more so, as the seashells' unfortunate names...

You, yes you!

 

I saw you wander

Under incised moon,

Your strawberry top

Tucked under heavy bonnet

 

Your false cup-and-saucer smile

Held unequal bittersweet sincerity

As you passed me in my Peruvian hat

 

I know you still have my Lazarus jewel box,

My leather donax and striped engina;

My tricolour niso I know

Lies in ruins

 

But you deny and look away

To pet your shoulderblade sea cat

You now feed on sparse dove,

Snout otter clam and

Atlantic turkey wing,

While you sip tea with triangular nutmeg

In shuttlecock volvas and woody canoebubbles

 

You are the epitome of awful,

You tuberculate emarginula!

You ghastly miter!

 

Andrea Vermaak