Day nineteen of NaPoWriMo. Rather odd prompt for today. To write a poem based on the names of seashells.
As long as I can remember,
To learn to draw, has been a dream.
Masterpiece, a stickman figure,
To blow off my creative steam.
To push myself, I thought I’d shade.
Making the face an incised moon.
A strawberry top I had made,
For lips by adding shades too soon.
A triangular nutmeg for chin,
A scalp like a Peruvian hat,
Unequal sweetbitter feeling,
Watching the disgraced art I sat.