i told you this:
i make eggs from Cornish hensand added quickly
i mean this literally.later we ate at 8 am
in the light of non light of kitchen
you cracked your egg
pressed your finger into the yolk
slid the yellow sun through your lips
with a great sucking swallow.
i sat back arms crossed
and made eye contact
through the not sun and not light
finally obtaining proof
of your eager consumption
of myself.
and you smiled weakly
unsure of the balance of power
or the possible meanings of your toast.
maggie may ethridge
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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DEAR BLOGGY FRIENDS
i have no internet access right now!
forgive my lack of communicado.
love
maggie
Wonderful poem! I love the last line.
perfect poem
Internet access or not, your connection to the poetic other side of daily life is fine and healthy
haha. i enjoy so much sooo much your brain!!
i love your writes!!
Every day is a day ahead. It's wonderful to read the density of your poetry, all against the context of your life.
I like the sense of empowerment in this poem, the subtle humor, and the something that is not said, that keeps me guessing.
egg-cellent!
sorry, i couldn't help myself!!
light of the non light....
I am still wraping my mind around this, happily adjusting my natural instincts. And the sucking swallow yolk, which I have never, could never, but now, in a sense, have...
you cracked your egg
pressed your finger into the yolk
slid the yellow sun through your lips
with a great sucking swallow.
Divine, Maggie.
Breakfast auguralogy! I have heard of reading tea leaves but never toast.;-)
Very t.s. eliottish.
I like.
Smiles miss maggie may!
Aaaaahhh...
Hope you get your internet access back up soon!
Now I want eggs and toast.
I love this one! I read it this morning when Blogger kept eating my comments, but it made such an impression, I remembered to come back and tell you - it's one of my favorites of your poems. The last line is perfect, and of course has me wondering what it all means! =)
I like it Maggie.
This made me smile. I like the way you think, Maggie.
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