On the paved path
under the glossy bay
tree, newly fallen from a nest,
the jagged crack
of half a freckled sky blue eggshell
tears a hole in the day
like a spring morning
chorus of anxious mother
birds, beaks open
in raucous warning.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My poem for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – Egg
I’m hosting the last Quadrille before Easter, which is why I have chosen the word ‘egg’ to be transformed into 44 poetic words.
I like this line: “tears a hole in the day” The “tears” makes wonder if the chick hatched or not.
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Thank you, Frank. You never know what happens to the chicks from broken shells.
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What an image of symbolic transformation, that cracked eggshell. I like to be hopeful and look at it as renewed life and promise, though as you remind us and as the mothers know, not every new hatchling will be guaranteed that promise.
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That’s sadly true, Amaya. One of my cats sometimes catches birds and it makes me cry, although I understand it’s nature doing her thing. Still love my cat 🙂
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This is such a strong poem with the mother crying far above… Nature is full of cruel endings… The image with its blue color is so good
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I often find cracked shells on the path by the bay tree – there’s a nest up there.
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Such a potent image of the fragility of life. Lovely.
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Thank you, Paul!
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A very sad story…last year we had such trouble keeping our kitty out of the nests.
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I don’t think Luna every climbs into the bay tree so she hasn’t found the robin’s nest – my fingers are crossed.
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This is such a powerful poem, Kim!💖 I like the image of tearing a hole in the day and am reminded of nature’s continous warnings to mankind. Beautifully executed.💖
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Thank you, Sanaa. 🙂
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great association between the cracked egg and ‘tears a hole in the day
like a spring morning’
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Thank you, Laura!
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Sky blue shell enclosing new life. Such powerful symbolism in the egg. Lovely poem and great prompt, Kim 🙂
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Thank you, Jane! Lots of creative egg painting tonight!
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There certainly has been 🙂
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“tears a hole in the day” – captures the visual image of the sky blue on the ground, and the wondering how it got there. Lovely words.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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“tears a hole in the day’ is a wonderful line!
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Thank you, Jo.
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I prefer to think the egg was already empty somehow. That would certainly tear a hole in my day if I found it while riding.
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I’d like to think it was too, Bekkie. No sign of the baby bird and Luna didn’t leave one for me.
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I once saw a cracked eggshell and it wasn’t good news, sadly~ Love that line too: tears a hole in the day.
Thanks for hosting Kim !
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Thank you, Grace!
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What a beautiful piece of prose Kim. I’m always sad when I find a broken bird’s egg.
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Thank you, Linda!
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The imagery makes someone feel as if he’s right there
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Thank you, Larry!
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This is so beautiful, Kim ! The closing lines draws an image for me – mother bird bringing food for the kids.
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Thank you, Neeraj!
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Hope the little feller landed softly and took wing. It’s hard to say sometimes. At least you didn’t find a dead bird
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If there had been a dead one, my cat would have left it at the back door, Walter! I’m on nest watch 😉
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Here kitty, kitty
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Great choice of end words; they speak of renewal.
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Thank you, Jill!
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A found nature poem — a really good eye you have. And a great inner ear for the music of words.
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Thank you, Charley!
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You are welcome!
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What a potent metaphor of our fragile being. This is great writing. Thank you for linking to Monday WRites today, Kim
Much love…
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Thank you for inviting me, Gillena, and have a great Tuesday!
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A strong image of life in action.. I like the ‘tears a hole in the day’
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Thanks Viv!
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Wonderfully woven poem – fav line – “tears a hole in the day” – yes, there are days like that. Last spring some robins made a nest near my deck. I went outside one day and saw a cracked egg, it was so sad and I wondered what happened.
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Thank you! I’m keeping an eye on all known nesting sites in our garden – and on my lovely Luna – a beautiful cat but a fierce hunter.
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I love this. Chorus of anxious mother birds…makes me wonder if that fledgling survived. Love that blue!!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Very heartfelt! Perhaps your tears were premature. The mother bird could have simply emptied her nest of the shell after the little one hatched out of it.. :>) Great poem!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight. I’m watching out for hatchlings, just in case my cat sees them first!
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I love the line “tears a hole in the sky” . So sad that not all mums see their child grow and fly. It always made me sad when my cats would get a bird. Or too see the cracked egg on the ground with the partially formed dead bird.
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Luna has been very good lately, no presents on the back step for quite a while. But I think that may change now that spring is here.
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kaykuala
chorus of anxious mother
birds, beaks open
in raucous warning.
A mother’s concern is very apparent – it’s a natural thing!
Hank
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It certainly is, Hank!
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And I checked–there are freckles on the shell! Nicely done.
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Thank you, Nan!
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Love the photo….love the words…especially “raucous warning.”
It’s interesting how we humanize animals sometimes. Years ago when I was still on the job, in a highrise office with large windows that looked out on another building that had deep window sills….a peregrine hawk would make her nest every year and we would gawk from our windows watching the two….watch the eggs hatch, watch them leave the nest and return with food. We enjoyed watching the little ones grow…watching them take care of the little ones. Then one day, we noticed a dead one on another ledge. Looked like it had “toddled” off, perhaps tried to fly and return to the nest and flown into the glass window and died. We were all so sad and then we saw one of the adults, either the mother or the male, fly over and begin to peck at and eat the dead baby. That was it for me. I closed my blinds that day. Survival. They are animals. A hard reminder. hmmmm as a child I never liked to watch cowboy and Indian movies becasue in those battle, chase scenes, many of the horses would rear up and fall down and I imagined the actors pulling on the reins, hurting the horses. So when I see a cracked egg outside the nest….”chorus of anxious mother” —- that’s what I though with the hawk….
Oh my…all these memories you’ve pulled from me this morning from just 44 words!
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That’s the potency of poetry, Lill! I was the same when it came to westerns – I hated what happened to the horses. But my favourite western as an adult, which was both shocking and beautiful, perhaps not a true western, was Soldier Blue. I loved the song by Buffy Saint Marie.
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I really like the sound of…” half a freckled sky blue eggshell”. This is a sad but realistic glimpse of nature, with its share of joys and disappointments. Loved your word choice for the prompt, Kim!
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Thank you, Mish. 🙂
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Spring is upon us, cracked eggs and all. Lovely quadrille.
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Thank you, Linda!
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What a beautiful simile you write, Kim!
“tears a hole in the day
like a spring morning
chorus of anxious mother
birds, beaks open
in raucous warning”
simply eggs-quisite!!! 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Frank! 🙂
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My pleasure, Kim! 😇
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Nothing more life affirming that seeing the little ones burst forth, through the colourful shell of safety, to greet their mothers.
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So true!
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Such a powerful poem of spring’s promise and fears. That cracked egg can bring joy or sorrow.
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Thank you, Merril.
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There’s nothing quite as alarming as a mother’s anguish.
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An evocative turn with ‘tears a hole in the day’ bridging the cracked egg and the mothers’ cries!
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Thank you, Janice!
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lovely combination of word and image, Kim.
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Thank you, Francina.
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