Egg

blossom in an egg photoart
egg – photoart & poem – ©2018 Laura Granby

it’s all wrapped up
this birth, budding
in secret corridors
swollen fallopians
bellies blossoming
sakura of soft pink
skin-creased sorrows
fall in a fruity flush
fleshed out to rot
annular imperfection
ring cycle of an ovoid
is egg, yoked to hope
Easter’s iconic trope

Joining Kim’s quadrille in which 44 words surround a timely, festive Egg

53 Comments on “Egg

    • thank you for this clever play on words Paul that completely passed me by when I wrote this i.e. can hear oestrus too

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  1. “bellies blossoming sakura of soft pink”… sigh.. such a gorgeous, gorgeous write!💖

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  2. Wow, Laura, this is such a rich egg, full of imagery! I especially enjoyed: ‘budding in secret corridors’ and the sibilance and alliteration in:
    ‘sakura of soft pink
    skin-creased sorrows
    fall in a fruity flush’.
    The end couplet is perfect.

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  3. Now that was fun to recite…vivid images created by…

    ‘it’s all wrapped up
    this birth, budding
    in secret corridors
    swollen fallopians
    bellies blossoming
    sakura of soft pink’

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  4. Yes! I’m all about spring fertility and birth poems and yours is so rich in words and motion. The image is beautiful, too.

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  5. Loved how you created the imagery. Birth waiting in egg !
    And, how the spring brings in hope and makes us alive 🙂

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  6. Love the image…….love the birthing images within the words. I always love spring….when winter disappears and heavy winter coats disappear on the streets and suddenly there are women with swollen bellies whose pregnancies had been hidden by that cold season’s wear 🙂

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    • still hanging on to coats with the return of some chill for Easter but regardless the birth of the year is here coupled with a death and resurrection

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  7. The image and your write are so beautiful. Love that pink, pink, pink!

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  8. I especially like this…..
    “it’s all wrapped up
    this birth, budding
    in secret corridors”
    New growth transpiring behind closed doors that we perhaps take for granted.

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