These Broken Shells... (Headland, Hartlepool, July 17th,2020) . Poem by DM W

These broken shells are
Scattered across wind blown shores;
Along with dark green
Strandsof seaweed, They come in
Every colour from
Red coral and aquamarine
To saffron, flesh pink,
Stony grey and ghostly white.
Some are spotted and
Others are subtly patterned.
They're gutted by gulls
And bleached bysalt, sea and sun.
They are created
By the patient artistry
Of the tides: that sculpt
These jewelled, washed up remnants.
Yet they're perceived as
Commonplace and will never
Adorn our modern,
Antiseptic galleries.
For Nature's coarseness
And primal beauty, is not
Yet refined enough,
For more 'exquisite' tastes.