poetry by j matthew waters

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
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “I am the egg-man

  1. The poem is like a film, slowly drawing me towards the image you created so flawlessly! Great job! 🙂

  2. Bonnie on said:

    no eggs for me today 😉

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