A prayer

I remember teatimes, saying Grace
eyes half-shut - but focused.
A cupped egg, smooth and round
and brown. Buttered fingers of bread
besides. One satisfying smash, the shell
mosaiced, mining with spoon in hand
 - glorious, globs of golden yolk.
"Please God, let it be soft-boiled".

31 thoughts on “A prayer

    1. I’m with Björn on this one – I have never been a fan of soft-boiled eggs! But I am a fan of your prayer, Laura. Despite the soft-boiled egg, it reminded me of teatime at my nan’s, especially the buttered bread fingers, or toast fingers. I still have a soft spot for egg cups, despite the soft-boiled eggs. 🙂

  1. Mmmmh… it has been so long since I’ve had the perfect egg. I just did – thank you for making that happen! What an interesting take on the prompt – a great quadrille.

  2. Nice focus that helps the reader understand how important that prayer is in being answered 🙂 We never bring eggshells to the table so there is never any surprise.

  3. Wow ~ I love this, Laura ~ it makes the word “smash” small, but it works perfectly, and the imagery brings back memories for me!

    Much love,
    David

  4. I like the way you use the word smashed in this poem. It’s not the star of the show, but it does a great job at showing the action. I like my eggs sunny side up… I get it.

  5. You know I don’t think I have Ever seen the word mosaic used in that tense Ever Ever before. Don’t take much to get me excited sometimes. Just glad to be taken out for a walk… A good morning, even if after the fact by now. Thanks Laura.

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