Rose petals fly ‘neath darkened skies
ushering in winds of change.
Something’s happening.
The pup stands on dirty sand
just birthed himself
and, so little of stature
but instinctively he knows
what to do.
He’s already guarding her.
Existential life in
deviant art-form.
Whatever it is
there’s no more golden slumbers
for her as she breaks through
the last barrier.
She breathes in air
…welcomed
for the first time.
But, still they come
one by one.
One after the other
after the other.
Oval shapes containing life
within.
Still waking, she lifts a shaky hand
to wipe away all stickiness
of new birth from her eyes.
One among a host of wonders
she too may be wondering
who will be next to hatch
on this island of eggs.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
I chose the title as a pun (intended) on ‘Eggs’ estential
Shared with Tess Kincaid Of Magpie Tales #112 deviantart by djajakarta
“Buckle your seatbelt Dorothy- Kansas is goin’ bye bye!”- Cypher, ” The Matrix”
An island of eggs but no chickens? Hmmmm. Does this answere the age old question, “Which came first?”
What a super fantasy, I love it!
I love that the dog was hatched, too. Hadn’t gone there…
I agree with others that this would be a great beginning to a sci-fi story.
=)
“Rose petals fly ‘neath darkened skies
ushering in winds of change.”
“…who will be next to hatch
on this island of eggs.”
Your writing captures the “dreamscape” feel of this so well. Nice Magpie!
You know your poem is an intro to a story when you can hear the readers cry out for more. We all love your newly hatched adventurer and her little dog too. Thank you for sharing this much, Bren. I will have to be satisfied. *sigh* I have hopes that a wonderful spring waits for you. Enjoy.
… watch that pup … 🙂
very, very intriguing 🙂
Very vivid. It does seem like a story beginning. K.
Oh wow, I LOVE this:
“just birthed himself
and, so little of stature
but instinctively he knows
what to do.
He’s already guarding her.”
Instinctively he knows … that is awesome!
Love this one, Bren, as it take me away to another place and I love how words can do that. Beautifully written and the imagery inspiring.
You pointed out things I didn’t even notice in my pre-Easter morning haze (like the dog). This is a nice twist on your usual style.
This reads like the opening lines of a sci-fi story. It draws you in and makes you wonder what happens next.
i love how you included everything in the poem even the petals in the wind…x
enjoyed reading this….nicely done
This is really wonderful! Love the image and the entire concept…….and, especially, the pup:) Wonderful read on an Easter morning.
Birthing on the islands of eggs is an interesting concept. I hope she finds her place in the sun ~
Happy day ~
You weaved everything in there from the pic, even the pup, figures to the cat it woud be a dog, sigh..hahaha
fantastical…sounds like a great beginning to a nice sci fi story too…where did they come from…do they even care at this point…what are their first sensations…i am wanting more…smiles…
she probably doesn’t just wonder who will be next, she hopes there’s someone else, cuz it looks rather lonely
voices in a treat