Momnah walks like tides know her name—
Soft-footed, deliberate,
With silence that hums
Of something ancient and unshaken.
She is a seashell,
Not just in the way she gleams—
Not just that blush
Of earth-pink and moon-white,
But in how she holds
The echo of storms and lullabies
In the same breath.
Each line along her curve
Is a history and girlhood no one else can claim,
Etched by love, grief, laughter,
And the long hush that follows healing.
She is not made to be matched.
You do not find two Momnahs
Scattered on the same shore.
She is singular, the kind of beauty
You stoop for without knowing why—
Then keep in a pocket
Long after the salt has gone.
Time does not erode her,
It polishes her
Until the light dances differently
When she enters a room.
People pause, unsure what they’ve felt,
Only that it was something rare
And undeniably real.
To love her
Is to press your ear to her silence
And hear the whole sea
In a single breath.
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omg mad. I’m literally bawling my eyes out this is the sweetest thing I’ve ever read on the planet and you’re so sweet. and so talented ITS ALL SO BEAUTIFUL I CANT. each line is so generous and beautiful and sweet and I’m so speechless and I wanna squeeze you and send you billions of jaffa cakes. NOBODY HAS EVER WRITTEN A POEM ABOUT ME BEFORE I’ve always wanted that thank you so very much mad I love you very much and ur my first Substack bestie and my bestie forever and I’m very grateful to substack for introducing me to your orange bell pepper energy and to one of my closest and bestest friends. “To love her Is to press your ear to her silence And hear the whole sea In a single breath.” crying at that so much. and I can’t stop will not stop rereading this whole poem constantly and showing everyone I come across. thank you. 😭🩷🫶💋⭐️
This is absolutely gorgeous. The way you’ve woven the ocean metaphor throughout—it’s not just pretty imagery, it actually says something deep about who she is. “Walks like tides know her name” gave me chills. And that line about holding “storms and lullabies in the same breath”? That’s someone who’s lived through things but kept her softness.
I love how you made her feel so real and specific. The part about her curves being “etched by love, grief, laughter” makes her feel like an actual person with a whole history, not just some idealized figure.
The ending completely got me. “Press your ear to her silence and hear the whole sea”—that’s what it feels like when you really connect with someone special. They contain multitudes.
This reads like it was written by someone who truly sees her, not just looks at her. Beautiful work.