Who found that fossil
in the fallen face
on a rain-softened day in July?

Was it me or my sister
who chose that rock
below a caved Cornish cliff,

lifting and dropping it
to split and unlock
a frozen honey spiral?

Whose high voice carried
on salt-loaded wind
to bring dad back across the beach?

I see him kneeling
to chip it free, a perfect
crystal coil. In my head

it was always me that found
the ammonite: but my sister
told it differently

and lately, though I don't
know why, I've begun to believe her.


Roy Marshall