I hold her arms
as she knocks the egg
against the bowl
a bump
a bit harder I say
again
a crackle
now pull it open
slowly
she gasps
as the yellow present
slops into the bowl
a lake of yolk
on flour mountain
I see it in a way
I haven’t seen before
as if I can see
and feel what she feels
a swell of pleasure
again she says
as I hand over another
from the cardboard box
excited for what comes next
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
I hold her arms
as she knocks the egg
against the bowl
a bump
a bit harder I say
again
a crackle
now pull it open
slowly
she gasps
as the yellow present
slops into the bowl
a lake of yolk
on flour mountain
I see it in a way
I haven’t seen before
as if I can see
and feel what she feels
a swell of pleasure
again she says
as I hand over another
from the cardboard box
excited for what comes next
Written: September and October 2016.
Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. 'Firework' is poem one, for those of you who wish to read the series in full, in order. None of the poems are about their recipients. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
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