Spit(e) Polished, or the Oyster’s Ode

I am happiest alone in my shell.

You are sand, grit, irritation, a foreign invader whose presence I detest but cannot ignore.

I vomit bile, seeking to dislodge this vexation, to repudiate and reject your very existence.

You remain, nay, you grow; my antagonism hardens on you like armour and you are unmoved.

And you grow ever more irritatingly beautiful.

Gosh, now I have tried some poetry, it seems that’s all I can think of! The Five Sentence format does lend itself to this sort of thing I suppose…

Anyway, this one was a fun one – from Lillie McFerrin’s five sentence fiction, where the prompt was the word “Irritation” (click here to see the other entries).

Let me know what you think? Does it work? Should I leave the poetry to my betters?

Thanks for reading!

🙂

6 thoughts on “Spit(e) Polished, or the Oyster’s Ode”

The thing that annoys us is also the thing that compels us. Beautiful!

^ Or, as some might say, that which we hate most in others is what we most hate in ourselves. 🙂

I too am the happiest , alone, in my shell.

I am happiest alone, well done. Clever. I admire your creativity.

Great descriptions in this – the sand/ grit of irritation and vomiting bile. The portray the emotion and mood really well.

Too busy at work to reply individually, but thanks to you all for reading 🙂
Greatly Appreciated.
KT

6 thoughts on “Spit(e) Polished, or the Oyster’s Ode”