I mailed off my last poem for this summer's poetry swap hosted by Tabatha Yeatts. As stressful as it sometimes is to get everything off on time, I am usually late for at least one of the swaps, owing to summer school and vacation plans.
This year I wrote a golden shovel, pantoum, sonnet, and two villonnets, all specific in some way to the recipients. Over the next few weeks, I'd hope to share those poems.
I'm going to start with the first poem I wrote. Since I knew Heidi was packing for a BIG move, I wanted her to take a bit of the Chesapeake Bay with her. I collaged a silly blue crab and wrote this golden shovel.
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At low tide, spider crabs patrol their kingdoms beneath the
quiet shimmer of the bay at water's edge
where oyster shells cling to pilings, patient keepers of
currents, storms, and secrets carried by the
moon-pulled water breathing in and out of the sea
Among periwinkles and ribbed mussels, there is
wonder in every crevice, every shell balanced on a
rock polished by waves into something quietly strange
yet familiar, as if the tide remembers us and
returns gifts—sea glass, feathers, jingles—each one a beautiful
story the moon and tide have written in this place
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone. Happy Poetry Friday all!
The tide remembers us and returns gifts! Yes! Such a lovely golden shovel poem. I have one more swap to go. Like you said, it is a wonderful gift of the summer, but a full summer has put me a little behind. Poets are so generous and forgiving, though, so I’m not worried.
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