Porcellana (Cowrie Shell)A Poem by John Alexander McFadyenPorcellana (cowrie shell) Lucky I didn’t clatter to Earth when you dropped me; for this porcelain frame would have shattered into a million shards. Tempered from clay and powdered glass my strength, hardness and toughness would have become mere dust particles to be blown to the four winds. If I had landed hard upon your rocks my shattered form would have split asunder to be swept away in the raging sea of your hatred. It was my reading of the chart, the triangulation of the stars with my sextant, my celestial navigation that saved my soul. And as I fell from heaven on that gentle zephyr, sent by my guardian angel, I looked back in distain. 28/11/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on November 28, 2013Last Updated on November 29, 2013 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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