Day Three: The End of the World

Stirred is on Tuesday 30th July, and we have three days to go. Three minute piece.


seamlessly, mist, beasts, burden, collusion. 

I wake up it’s the end of the world

I boil an egg I do not break it

I boil it whole

it is a seamless being

inside this egg lives a beast called knowledge

it is an egg dweller.

This egg gets heavier and more solid the more I boil it.

Like an earthly, yolky burden.

It chortles in the misty bubbles and will

soon smell of salt as it collides with my stomach

It is a last act of love, I do not count

the ten desperate minutes of love making with you

indulgent tenderness.

Here is a link to Sara’s shared new blog where photos of the random things you see strewn on pavements are found and made into a weird kind of treasure. It seems appropriate for this end of the world thread to be seeing people’s lives scattered in lost arrangements over the city.


The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

Posted in BeccaAudra, Events, Poetry Scrawls

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The Stirred team at Reclaim the Night Manchester 2015
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