Monday, March 21, 2011

World Poetry Day

Today is World Poetry Day. I'm having my kiddoes read the following poem. I thought it was appropriate for Easter coming up soon!

EGG HORROR POEM



by Laurel Winter






small


white


afraid of heights


whispering


in the cold, dark carton


to the rest of the dozen.


They are ten now.


Any meal is dangerous,


but they fear breakfast most.


They jostle in their compartments


trying for tiny, dark-veined cracks-


not enough to hurt much,


just anything to make them unattractive


to the big hands that reach in


from time to random time.


They tell horror stories


that their mothers,


the chickens,


clucked to them-


merengues,


omelettes,


egg salad sandwiches,


that destroyer of dozens,


the homemade angel food cake.


The door opens.


Light filters into the carton,


"Let it be the milk,"


they pray.


But the carton opens,


a hand reaches in-


once,


twice.


Before they can even jiggle,


they are alone again,


in the cold,


in the dark,


new spaces hollow


where the two were.


Through the heavy door


they hear the sound of the mixer,


deadly blades whirring.






They huddle,


the eight,


in the cold,


in the dark,


and wait.


Not to be weird...but this makes me feel bad about eating eggs. On top of the fact that they could've turned into cute little chicks.

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