Cups & String

'Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell, 
And to its lips thy story tell, 
And they thy comforters will be..' 

It’s a pity you have no beach,
For we could teach the shells 
To retain our words,
To console when we cannot speak.

We could tie two together 
With fishing line wire,
Conspire like children,
The shore silencing our whispers.