Tag Eggs

Shell-like – dVerse Meeting the Bar

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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!

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!).

Ex – SoCS Aug 6/16

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“F U N E X ?”

Those of you who are of a certain age, those of you who are British, those of you who were brought up on 1970s British comedy as a staple of the only 3 TV channels available to us back then (and sometimes, I wish it was still the case, too much choice these days!) will recognise this question, that started off a whole conversation consisting of letters and numbers only, courtesy of The Two Ronnies – Ronnie Barker and Ronnie Corbett. And for those of you who have no idea what F U N E X means, it’s “Have you any eggs?”

As a little girl I remember laughing like a drain at some of the things The Two Ronnies got up to in their sketches. Of course, their comedy was on two levels, as some of the best comedy is, fun for children, and more risque humour for the parents. It was true family viewing.

I’ll leave a video below, so that if you want to watch the whole sketch, you can.

Ah, the 1970s… it had it’s own special flavour! Rose-tinted for me probably, because I had a great childhood. I remember playing outdoors in the garden a great deal, making up stories in my head for my Sindy doll (she was a world class gymnast in honour of Nadia Comaneci), writing (but never finishing) boarding school stories (I read so many Mallory Towers, St Clare’s and Chalet School books it probably wasn’t healthy!) and making Hallowe’en Jack o’ Lanterns with my step-dad to greet my mum from the window when she came home from her studies in the evening.

Gosh – this is a real stream of consciousness post – I hope my ramblings haven’t been too incoherent!.

Please enjoy the video of the sketch ‘Swedish Made Simple’ and find out the answer to ‘F U N E X ?”! (It’s slightly risque and of course, comedy of its time. I certainly didn’t understand at least one of the references made to a certain type of Swedish films at the beginning!).

 

It’s Saturday once more (hallelujah!), and time for the lovely Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. This week, she has asked us to write on ‘ex’. I’ve takena sideways approach to this – it was truly the first thing that came to mind!

Please head on over to Linda’s blog to see what other writes have been inspired by!