Written for Paul Brooke’s ekphrastic prompt and inspired by Gaynor Kane’s photo, Broken eggshell. You can see the images and read the responses here.

Small moons

A bird’s egg is a world,
pebble-smooth, lunar,
fragile casing of eagles.

Beneath the hedge,
a pale shell lies,
opened from within,

fragments of a small moon,
flecked with birth muck,
its job done, and above,

the spring sky, washed blue,
blown pale with stretched cloud,
flutters with new bird-life.