Inside the ovoid of her brain,
only white noise can invade.
She is an embryo, curled in pain,
hiding in the albumen’s shade,
until the pulsating membrane
explodes and the fragile shell
cracks.
Now she is a blob of yellow yolk –
agoraphobia’s cruel joke.
Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Take a Crack at Poeming
De is our host today with a cracking prompt word.
writing in north norfolk 
I like the way the word “crack” sits alone – it gives it real emphasis, and changes the direction of the poem abruptly. Very effective.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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What a vivid, powerful picture of an incredibly difficult struggle, Kim. Thank you for this. Beautifully said.
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Thank you, De.
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Oh.. such a struggle it has to be… and I wonder how many that actually manage crack through the shell without breaking apart.
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My grandfather also suffered from agoraphobia, but his was caused by the deaths of most of his family (parents and three sisters) in an air strike during the war – while he was out. When they moved after the war, he worked a few minutes walk from home and it was difficult to get him to go anywhere.
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Powerful rending of struggle.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Eggs are always amazing. Such a fragile container to be pushed out of the hen and not break. On one hand I think abortion but that is too obvious. I will stick with the hen egg and the brilliant yellow of the yolk.
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Getting out of the egg is difficult for the chick too.
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Life is struggle and you’ve captured it well here with the humble egg.
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Thanks Jade.
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YW
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Any phobia can be very distressful. Fear of leaving the nest, the shell, the house is a particularly onerous one. A powerful allegory here.
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Thank you, Glenn.
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You’ve nailed the Human Condition. Nicely done! Brava!
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Thank you!
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Sometimes life just turns into a yolk, no matter how we might want to struggle against. Well expressed. Love the pic Kim!
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Thanks Rob!
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Very dramatic, enjoyed !!!
Happy Monday
Much✏love
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Thank you, Gillena! Much love to you. 🙂
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Are we ever ready? The crack here is so effective. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Very effective description of the struggle with phobias. For me, I felt the confinement of the egg, being very claustrophobic.
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Thank you, Mish.
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That white noise can be overwhelming. A challenge to crack that egg shell and survive.
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It took several years of therapy to leave the egg, Grace. I an a nest-hugger, though..
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This ending got to me. Well done!
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Thank you, Phillip!
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Quite an evocative poem! And thanks for making me look up albumen. I love learning new words.
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Thank you!
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Great descriptions! broken eggs… aborted chicks!!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Nice last two lines.
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Thanks Frank
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the journey before the crack was done vividly. love the scientific parts!
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Thank you!
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A powerful, affecting metaphor.
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What a dramatic and unique “take” on the challenge. Applause from here!
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Thank you so much, Bev!
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I laughed. I cried. What a perspective!
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Thank you!
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