Take one egg. Scramble it around in your mind and serve piping hot. For more egg recipes, see hereTwo eggs terzanelle
Fabergé – in gilded clothes finely dressed,
encrusted with sparkling diamonds, he made
an egg, more beautiful than all the rest.
Until, that is, the day Matilda laid.
After three months trying, when hope had cooled,
encrusted with personal diamonds, she made
a small brown egg, plain and unbejewelled,
that you cupped in your small and wondrous hand
after three months crying. When hope had cooled,
still you visited the hen house each dawn.
Oh blessed morn, you earned your due reward,
cupping it in your small and wondrous hand.
Never was a gold icon so adored –
an egg to make the gods in heaven cry.
Oh blessed morn, you got your due reward –
a thrill more profound than that enjoyed by
Fabergé. In gilded clothes finely dressed,
an egg to make the gods in heaven cry,
an egg, more beautiful than all the rest.
Fabergé – in gilded clothes finely dressed,
encrusted with sparkling diamonds, he made
an egg, more beautiful than all the rest.
Until, that is, the day Matilda laid.
After three months trying, when hope had cooled,
encrusted with personal diamonds, she made
a small brown egg, plain and unbejewelled,
that you cupped in your small and wondrous hand
after three months crying. When hope had cooled,
still you visited the hen house each dawn.
Oh blessed morn, you earned your due reward,
cupping it in your small and wondrous hand.
Never was a gold icon so adored –
an egg to make the gods in heaven cry.
Oh blessed morn, you got your due reward –
a thrill more profound than that enjoyed by
Fabergé. In gilded clothes finely dressed,
an egg to make the gods in heaven cry,
an egg, more beautiful than all the rest.
Dear Pete,
ReplyDeleteWhat would we do without your eagle eye sorting out our feeble writings and mistakes? Well spotted of course it should have been gnarled...I do hope Matida was a brown hen to produce her brown egg!!
I'll give you due for a nice poem.
Christine.
sometimes the beauty of everyday life, the simple events in life are by far more breathtaking than that which is gilded and diamond-encrusted. :)
ReplyDeleteClever idea, well executed.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Peter.
ReplyDeleteSurely happiness doesn't always embrace the gilded. A beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteTruly where would humankind be without the simple egg? Although Faberge is nice, you are not going to fill your belly when hungry unless an unusual gene allows one to digest diamonds encrusted with rubies. Simple, sweet and as always a most excellent and insightful poem! Thank-you Peter!
ReplyDeletePeter
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem -- well executed. I was rooting for Matilda even "When hope had cooled,"
A delightful read,
Joanny
You sure do have a way with words, Peter. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteEgg-ceptional! How did you choose "Matilda" for the name?
ReplyDeleteYou know I'm going to have to try a terzanelle, naturally.
Kat
you make the simple seem so spectacular...as it should be. wonderfully done magpie.
ReplyDeleteI have always said that one of the most beautiful things to look at is a brown egg. Love this one Pete.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks to all for the comments. Its very encouraging
ReplyDeleteEvery week I look forward to reading your entry. I like the timing in this one. Great!
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