Pearl By Kayla Hall

To be born inside of a shell, the pearl.
Created in the depth of the ocean
blown across to the shore by a winged man.
He carried small flowers, what a weird thing
to carry flower.They swarmed him, no more
in his hand they turned but flew to the girl.
Girl who by definition is a pearl.
The man brought another girl to witness
a lady that could pass for her sister,
if pearls could have sisters, maybe she too
was born in a shell waiting to become
the pearl. Cloth was brought to cover Venus
to cover every inch like the mortal.
Venus stood in a world of in between
She could be a goddess or a human
she glanced at the gods as she steeped away.
Maybe the falling flowers around the
gods were from the cloth. Brought to life and fell
rejecting humanity and Venus.
The maiden is all to eager to claim
Venus as her own, to become equal.
Hair becomes cloth and she has become more,
more than a human or god, she's a pearl.
The most beautiful thing in existence
a long and graceful neck, golden tendrils
tied by a silver chord at her necks base.
Light waves beckoning her to approach land.
She is no longer confined to a shell
she is free to be herself a symbol
of beauty and , she is a lovely pearl.