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.
Thank you, Paul.
You’re more than welcome, Jane.
xx