Easter Poetry Drawer: The egg is one of the most sophisticated products of the natural world by Helen Kay

 

egg

So Hen lays something

small and creamy perfect

as the sun’s slinging ellipse

certain as the shine of straw.

 

A Sistine hand collects, connects.

Sheltered by a green hedge,

Hen does not know the cosmic

supermarket stack of graded eggs –

 

free range, half range or barn –

does not know ballads

or builders breaking fields

or bald men cracking atoms.

 

She knows this egg,

this eye, this moon

and sea is the start

and stop of it all.

 

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