A broken yolk behind egg white clouds
cools in night's darkening hunger
Moon's cake strewing star crumbs
sets sky's banquet table
Slow sliding shade of honey
drenches all with shadows
Craving grass salivates dew
devouring the last strings of star light
Abdominal sounds of night
pouring through gurgling streams
croaks growls and screeches
belching of frogs climb upward
On the edge of the pan of night
a new egg broken
yellowing the skillet's lip
warm meal to fill days belly
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2024 04:49
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Comments3
I too was hungry at night - raided the fridge at midnight! lol.
Were you filled? Thanks for the read Orchi
Yes lol.
Dear sorrenbarret how beautiful, yes, you have soothed my hunger pains with your exquisite imagery. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for your kind words they are deeply valued.
I may well join you for that meal soren,
Andy
Thanks Andy you are most welcome to join me anytime.
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