The Pearl
The irritant is caressed in the soft folds of a cloak
Layering it lovingly so smooth to stroke
The irritant becomes fit for King, Prince or Earl
To spend their money on a brand new lustrous pearl.
The spherical pearl of astounding beauty and form
Not man made or designed but from nature is born
From the mollusc a lowly bivalve, barely a good meal
This precious pearl is so beauteous that grown men will steal
To keep a pearl looking well it must be worn next to the skin
To keep the lustre shining bright or the pearl will grow dim
A pearl is a gem of much value, and a gem of much worth
Also a metaphor for a person, known as the salt of the earth.
© 10/03/2013 ~GG~
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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