Here are some of the poems prompted by the shell, and click here for more material from the workshops.
'Heart-Shaped', by Alex Owens
It has a rough surface on its outer skin.
It reminds me of builders' sanding paper.
Just one flip, it turns to silk,
The glossy touch, like plastic.
Reminds me of a white ribbon,
Or the tear-drop of a lost soul.
'The Shell', by Duncan Mathews
The outside a bland normality,
The inside a thing of beauty,
The outside rough like sand,
The inside smooth like enamel,
The outside dull brown like dried blood,
The inside awash with colours,
A rainbow flood.
'Mysterious Shell', by Lauren Scully
This shell is a mermaid's fan.
She uses it to create a cool breeze.
This shell is an old man's ash tray.
He uses it to put his cigarettes out.
This shell is the skin of a turtle
When it swims to shore.
This shell is my granny's mirror
That her wrinkles appear in.
This shell feels like I am rubbing a fingernail
That is freshly manicured.
This shell smells like bits of seaweed
And tastes like grass.