The order of things – dVerse Poetics

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The speckled ones

brown, or blue, or white.

The ones that sit snugly in the middle,

neither dark, nor pallid..

The ones that have been scooped clean

– who knows, through birth or via another

method of emptying –

vacancy converted to bellies replete

and bodies nurtured with sustenance.

The shells, so delicate in the face of human force,

protect their precious cargo

until they burst forth, scraggled and slimy,

waiting to blossom into sun-yellow balls

reminiscent of the yolks we consume with such gusto.

The brown ones, the blue ones, the white ones,

the somewhere in between ones,

spotted or naked.

Which is best?

Nature knows.

Mother Nature loves them all, equally.

As do I.


 

Tonight over on dVerse Poetics, our lovely host Grace asks us to be inspired by the art of a wonderful artist, Emily Blincoe. Emily has kindly given her permission for each of us to include her art in our blogs, and you can see the piece that inspired me above.

I love eggs, both to eat (in many, many ways), and also as a beautiful piece of Nature’s design in their own right. Plus of course, they are fascinatingly delicate and strangely strong – a perfect oxymoron!

Please do head on over to dVerse to read how others have responded to Emily’s work (not just eggs!).

37 thoughts on “The order of things – dVerse Poetics

  1. These lines are so lovely:
    ‘The shells, so delicate in the face of human force,
    protect their precious cargo
    until they burst forth, scraggled and slimy,
    waiting to blossom into sun-yellow balls’
    So different to my stiletto-speared embryos and meringue – I feel awful now.

  2. Eggs are Us out here on the trail today, nature’s nearly pefect food. I adore them too, especially when partnered with any kind of melted cheese. In high school biology, in a rural area where I attended for a year, we did an experiment with fertilized eggs at different stages of development–staring at the chick embryos put me off eggs for a time. Can you imagine those who eat 1,000 year old eggs, wow!

  3. I specially love your meaningful take to the eggs:

    Nature knows.

    Mother Nature loves them all, equally.

    As do I.

    This also works as a powerful metaphor for us ~ We can learn from mother nature ~

  4. Gosh, this is just incredible writing, Freya πŸ˜€ and how wise of you to state that though the eggs are similar on the inside yet we choose to distinguish on the outside. Beautifully rendered.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  5. Goodness, what is it with these egg poems – sounds like dVerse poets are a really hungry lot! Yet another beautiful take on it – I love the repetition and piling on of detail, very inclusive.

  6. I am looking at eggs in a whole new light after these poems….an interesting metaphor for diversity, acceptance and protection of our young, whether fuzzy and yellow or human.

  7. Hi there! I happened upon your blog via my reader had a tag SoCS that I follow and take part in. As I see you do too :-),I am not a writer just a woman redefining myself so I blog. Now, you are probably wondering why I am telling you this. I love poetry that I actually understand and I really enjoyed what I read so far from you. You are very talented! πŸ™‚ I am going to reblog this because I feel others should read your work. Thanks and happy blogging!! πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you so much, Annette! I tend to write what’s in my head – I don’t think I’m all that good at writing anything that’s too intricate. It’s mainly a thought dump πŸ™‚

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