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!).

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The darkling days – dVerse Open Link Night

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Many mourn the shortening days

the dark of the morning

and the gloom of the night.

Yet I revel in the coming home to lights on,

to big, fluffy slippers,

to curling up in the warmth

as the wind rattles window panes,

as fog seeps into every nook and cranny

and the rain lashes and batters the

naked trees outside.

I hibernate under the duvet,

snuggle into my pillows

hug my hot water bottle to my chest

and sigh, cosseted, safe indoors.

Autumn, do your worst.

Mittens are my friend.


It’s Thursday, and that means Open Link Night over on dVerse, where Bjorn, our friendly Swedish barkeep for tonight (thank you Bjorn) congenially invites us to share any poem we wish.

I was going to repost an old poem, but then decided to write on Autumn, which is really my favourite season of the year. I love lying in bed at night, cozy and warm, whilst the weather rages outside!

Please do take part, or if not, just come along and enjoy what our poetic community has shared!

 

Wings of Feathers and Wax -dVerse Poetics

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A solitary remnant

laid to waste, glued to the ground.

Once,

once upon a time

this delicate  creation

this deceptively ethereal whisper

assisted the majestic eagle,

it soared atop mountains

and touched the sky

singed by the sun.

Oh Icarus!

You peaked too son.


Tonight it’s time for dVerse Poetics, where Victoria invites us to write on the subject of feathers, in whichever way takes our fancy. This made me think (for a few minutes)! I was gong to write about the feather’s structure, but (as is often the case) changed my mind very early on. I tend not to fight the muse on these occasions, and go with her flow. I hope you like it!

Please do head on over to dVerse, enjoy the variety… or take part!