Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Egg

Odilon Redon's The Egg, 1885

"I couldn't take it one more minute,
all that walking around on eggshells,"
she said, and it's a thing I didn't get
until the crunch of eggshells filled
my very own ears. If you think it's
unpleasant to walk barefoot over a
dirty kitchen floor, imagine: crunch,
crunch, crunch, and not just through
part of your house, but everywhere
you go, through all your life: crunch.
I hope it's a thing you never get,
never wake up wondering: whatever
happened to the egg, anyway? And
how can I ever hope to fix that egg
when all the king's horses and men,
collectively, didn't stand a chance?

**writing in community, for the first time, with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads


  1. They are sharp - I've been there. This is a great commentary poem on the frustrations of trying to keep it all together - both physically AND mentally! Welcome to the Garden :)

  2. Yum! I just had a boiled egg for breakfast today!

  3. Oh this sums up so many seasons of my life walking on egg shells. ugh. You capture the sensory aspect of the physical eggshells, and transfer it well to the figurative. I cringe either way at the thought.

  4. I am still trying to determine if walking on egg shells is a good thing - if it limits negative behavior until they become strong enough to control it? I really, really liked this on a lot of levels Brandee! To me, these egg shells represent boundaries - the trick is timing - when to put the boundaries firmly in place - not wanting little souls to break. Oh,yes - I definitely feel like a good coffee conversation to hear your thoughts on this - would be fun and insightful! You know - the house behind me is for sale! LOL - Wishing you whole and healthy boundaries this week, sweet friend!

  5. I must walk on egg shells all the time. Do I? Or don't I? Do they know? Or not. Do I care? Yes/No/Maybe? Should I just...say? Or not? Egg shells are the bane of my existence.

    Peace <3

  6. Clever! I hate walking barefoot through a dirty house,but I love how you compare that to walking through life, sometimes as if on egg shells.