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?
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!).