An orb with no end
No beginning
No clue as to exactly what lies within
A feast for a small tummy
An accompaniment to the main event
For the grown amongst us
we want – if not need – more than that
Keep me safe until I am ready
Until my lungs are grown
Until the good air can sustain me
No defence against the tile floor
Smithereens I am now
Slipped between clumsy fingers
Oh, the joyous result
when mixed with sugar, flour, butter
and baked for all to enjoy
– with frosting aboard
and candles of course
This was my home, Mama!
How did i fit in there?
Why didn’t I break it?
Oh, I do love a challenge! Tonight, on dVerse Meeting the Bar, Bjorn invites us to adopt a cubist approach as we write about an every day object. As Bjorn explains:
“Cubism is first of all not abstract, but another form of realism. The pioneers were Pablo Picasso and George Braque who started to explore reality using the following starting points.
Break the concept of perspective, something that had been around at least since the renaissance.
Break the picture into simplified objects with clear borders in between. These forms were often done as geometric object, each of them simplified and with clear borders between them.”
So, we are invited to apply these concepts and adapt them to writing a poem!
I enjoyed writing about eggs on Tuesday, so I thought I would continue – I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I have managed to achieve what Bjorn has asked of us!
Please do head on over to dVerse, read, enjoy and rise to the challenge!
Freya Writes... 
I do love how you weaved the eggs into your writing.. a bit of conceit too, hiding it behind idioms and cakes, love your approach Freya.
Thank you 🙂
I thought at first you were writing about seashells then I realized half-way through it was eggshells. 🙂 The ending with birthday cake was so sweet.
Thank you, Brian! Hmmm… seashells… tempting!
You ain’t afraid of no eggs–and we are the richer for it; another provocative episode of EGGS R’ US, or THE EGG & YOU. I do go off eggs when I think about alligators, rattlesnakes, & snapping turtles producing them, remembering that birds are snakes with wings.
Alligators, rattlesnakes and snapping turtles don’t figure much in England, thankfully!
I have to admit, I too thought you were writing about a seashell, so the ‘feast for a small tummy’ kind of three me and I had to double-take. The tile floor – oh don’t I know about that! And such a cute ending! Super(n)ova!
Thank you, Kim!
That was an interesting question at the end about possibly breaking one’s home and wondering if one fit in.
Breaking homes… too common these days…
Oh this is such a stunning rendition Freya 😀 I especially adore ‘Keep me safe until I am ready until my lungs are grown, until the good air can sustain me’ Beautifully executed.
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Nice work here. 🙂
Thank you!
I specially love the warmth of the home in the 3rd one, and that joyous result when baking ~ Eggs are essential for sure, smiles ~
Aren’t they just! Thank you!
How fun! The egg has had a happy week here at dVerse. I enjoyed how you used the first person for this. Great choice of object.
Thank you, Victoria! Who knew that eggs could be so inspiring!
The perspective of the chicks in the last one is just too good!!
Thank you 🙂
I loved all the poems about eggs. I got it from the beginning because of the picture. I especially like the perspective from the chicks.
Thank you 🙂
A completely original take on the prompt, and I enjoyed reading it very much, Freya.
Thank you, Misky!
Wonderful reply to the prompt — all these views of the egg – the ova…and I agree! It’s amazing even at birth to look at this scrunched up little one and truly understand they grew within us much less resided there, this size, in the last few days!!
Thank you, Lillian 🙂
Mysterious to the end! Great points of view, Freya!
Thank you, Walt 🙂
I love this and the questions at the end! So creative. A egg’s perspective. Wonderful writing, Freya.
Thank you!
An orb with no end
No beginning
No clue as to exactly what lies within
Hidden what’s inside smashed if dropped and a base for cakes.Brilliant way Freya, of relating to the prompt through an ordinary egg.
Hank
Thank you Hank!
Love the contrasts between a place of growth and a thing of food.
Thank you!