I am the egg-man
pushing from the inside
kicking and pushing and
screaming inside this
unbreakable shell
I sit on a shelf
thinking about knocking
myself off
wondering if I fell
hard enough
I just might break out
hired thieves move
stealthily from a
thicket of woods
casting nets
along both sides
of this historic wall
betting amongst themselves
just how rich they’ll become
once hauling me
to the castle in one piece
june two thousand fourteen
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The poem is like a film, slowly drawing me towards the image you created so flawlessly! Great job! 🙂
I’m very happy you enjoyed this piece, Seyi Sandra. Thank you so much for visiting and commenting.
no eggs for me today 😉
Good call, Bonnie :’)