Lying on the muddy grass
among curled leaves
a shell, new hatched,
the inner curve
faint veined.
It is October now
how can this be.
An egg in autumn?
Above the estuary
silver shafts
glance down.
A curlew trills.
And I feel empty
as an autumn egg.
Lovely poem Ann. I'd agree with all the comments particularly Rachels.
John Coopey - it serves you right for having a flash pond in your garden. I think I'd rather have an otter. I'd probably buy fish to feed to the otter.
Thanks for that last comment John - I thought you were blaming me for a moment! Sorry about the poor fish:(
I'm a bit p*ssed off with Nature at the moment. I've got an otter or a mink getting into my garden pond. It's eaten its way through 70 fish, some of them specimen Koi carp. B*st*d, b*st*d otter. I set a rat-trap only to find it next morning half-way down the garden!
Rant over. (Nice poem).
Enjoyed this, Ann. It's fascinating how things that are out of kilter in Nature resonate with us.
<Deleted User> (6315)
Sun 23rd Oct 2011 16:08
This is such good writing Ann..out of place and time.. x :)
i really enjoyed this. i know that empty egg feeling...i like the idea of the egg out of place and fragile, the mystery of it. like the silver light and the way that plays through the viens in the image. great x
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John Coopey
Mon 24th Oct 2011 16:08
It is your fault, Foxy!
You've got me all confusical about sighting otters locally (which I've been delighting in for the past year or so) with feeding them with thousands of pounds worth of fish!
The solution is this: when they've eaten the bleedin' lot I'll have to throw into the pond a fillet of haddock each night - that'll be much cheaper.