Golden Eggs

 

white eggs

 

Eggs sizzling in the rivers of fat from the bacon, sausages and black pudding of others

 

As they pile on the pounds that threaten to consume them, to suck them into their own

 

 vortex, their own centre of gravity, the iris of the self.

 

A black dot contracting and expanding.

 

Pulsating.

 

Gasping

 

Hanging on

 

At nine AM

 

for its last breath

 

until

 

it swims away like a black tadpole

 

in a downfall of freshly squeezed orange juice

 

diluted by creamy warm coffee

 

stalked by hot scalding tea

 

bumped along and shifted into

 

a soft yolky sandpit landing …

 

Gold.

 

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

The Photo is from Max Pixel and is labelled as a Creative Commons image, free for reuse.

 

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