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the barking dog
shattered the illusion
of my fragile thoughts
the idea that had formed
disappeared into fragments
cast to the swirling winds
around me
it took all my strength
eyes closed and hands clutching my heart
to piece it together
and let it fly.
Magpie tales from Tess here
real eggs are my most hated food stuff!!! ever since been make to eat them at school...my point of rebellion against this was to refuse ( aged 5)and so was made to sit in an empty dining room all afternoon instead of attending class. Thank goodness things have changed in schools now!!
I still...xxx years later cannot eat an egg...unless its chocolate of course!!
Happy Easter to you all.xx
did the barking dog also shatter the shell?
ReplyDeletebirth death its all the same
Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I very, very rarely ever eat an egg and, around age 6 I was made to drink hot milk and eat fish. I hate both!
ReplyDeleteThis was a great response to the prompt :)
Nice to meet you!
ha i like the allusion of it as a thought shattered...and then ultimately released...nice...
ReplyDeleteoh, lovely - your idea came through brilliant and high-flying (not at all like Alice's Humpty Dumpty, which I was reminded of)
ReplyDeleteThe dog had every right to bark at such an unusual sight! Pity about your train of thought.
ReplyDeleteahhh yes . . . in the moment and then "bark" the moment is shattered . . . steven
ReplyDeleteexcellent...and may all your eggs be chocolate!
ReplyDeleteNow cool hand luke is up there swirling around, while the hounds howl. This moved me somehow
ReplyDeleteMay many chocolate eggs be yours...
ReplyDeletethose barking dogs...
ReplyDelete;)
You've captured the fragility of thought so well here.
ReplyDeleteI rebelled against egg-eating as well as a child, and still do not eat them, unless they are baked in a cake. But, I admire greatly the beauty of eggs in their perfect shells.