When I get stuck for thoughts for a poem, I have old files on my computer that contain fragments of free verse I wrote randomly.
So for the prompt for today I returned to one of these files and found a few lines about time being an egg, I thought okay, that could be a theme. So here is an egg ghazal, which like all my form poetry, doesn’t really follow the form!
Time has been sandpapered down
The rough edges of the past smoothed out, oval as an egg
I’ve been turning over a pebble in my mind
It is a yellow shade, speckled as an egg
Cracking it open, the yolk stains
The whisk of the whites into froth, tumbled as an egg
Memory is not self contained, it is brittle
Easy to spill and batter, careless, dropped as an egg
I made pancakes for breakfast, with almonds
The morning clucked as a hen does over an egg
Rebecca, you said, these pancakes are great
Our palms held each other, light as an egg.