Poetry

Tuesday 16 December 2014

The Egg that Rolled

The Egg that rolled

Just an ordinary egg
Came out of a chicken
On an adventure away from the kitchen
Down cobbled road
And Shaftsbury’s Hovis hill
It bowled its ovaloid body
Driven by an inner will

Narrowly avoiding disaster
As it crossed the road
This egg was its own master
And had destiny under its thumb
Like a Prince who came out of a toad

It missed each pram wheel by inches
Then evading the horses hoof
This was a living reminder
That life lives on a knife edge
If ever we needed proof

And trundling like a lost general
In search of his egg army
He seemed self important to the untrained eye
When what guided his blindness
Was courage and faith in his Life
So there is the irony
It was just that this was a fortunate egg
In that every move he would try
Came out a sparkling success
This was no shell-shocked guy

His formaldehyde soul
Grew very cold
Like Jekyll and Hyde
He was an egg of two minds
Brought together in the oxygen of his shell
Albumin and yolk
Played some practical joke
To make him indestructible
Meant he could not die
And so on he rolled
Down the tragic road
That was his life
Being an egg that could not crack
Meant likewise that he could not hatch
So to be spared the ritual
Humiliation of the chicken
On the pecking order
His will told him to leave the kitchen
And find another abode to board on

The ocean was his calling
From when he was a foetus
And soon he came to the ocean's cusp
In a land named Lyme Regis

He pervade the sea for all it was worth
From a top a cliff top and there he did perch
But as soon as he had settled down
He found himself in an albatross' town
Where busy gulls, guillemots’ and puffins
Were roosting and laying eggs ten to the dozen

And by chance a bird named Harold arrived
And plucked this egg so that he may survive
So, on they fled across ocean swell
Well into the evening and things were going well
Then down he landed on the coast of France
And said to the egg, you are free now take your chance

So the egg trundled on down roads that were familiar
He heard the faint call of accordions, smelt onions and the sky that was vermillion
Past hawthorn nests of owls
And smiling white cows
He alighted himself upon a hay cart
Pulled by an ox
Then travelled on there
With less a wing more a prayer
Until his wanderings brought him to the Alps

Now by this time he had made many friends
There was Alphonse the fox
And Bernadette the owl
Stephanie the squirrel
And Miriam the mouse
They all were dressed in berets and striped jumpers
And the egg dressed like them too
And they all said "it suits you"
So not out of place did the egg seem now
When he journeyed up the foot hills
Of the Alps with a cow

More the traveller with means,
For many things had he seen
And made a small fortune
Displaying in a circus
Where a strong man named Roger de la Forte
Tried to crack him with his muscles
But all that cracked were the piggy banks
Of the circus goers he would hustle

So saying “fair well” to the Ferris wheel
And “so- long” to the Ring Master Monsieur Devil
He journeyed on into Switzerland's fair Climbs
And soon found the time
To visit the sights and squares of Geneva

One day he stopped by the lake's great fountain
And watched a long time thinking it as tall as a mountain
And what sprang to his egg's mind was a plan
He began to hatch
A dream that one day he might fly

So at the dead of night
He took on a gondola to alight
Amid the luscious lake of the fair town
And boldly going where no egg had gone before
He nestled himself into the sleeping fountains core
And there he waited until the next morn
When the fountain man turned the water pipes on
: Then to everyone's delight
In the crisp morning light
The egg was shot clean into the stratosphere

Now feeling less earth encumbered
This egg went through the ozone
And around the earth
He orbited like an orb

Some clever folk from NASA said
There goes a UFO, proof that life
From another planet has arrived
And much was made by Europe
Of the flying eggs orbit
And it put to bed many wars
For the people of earth saw that they were not alone in the universe
So they no longer felt lonely or frightened anymore
Then the egg left the Earth's gravity
And was pulled by positivity
Out to the furthest region's of the solar field
Where he settled on Pluto
Feeling all was going well
A miracle then occurred
This Egg who could not hatch
Finally did just that
And the first extraterrestrial chicken was born
He went by the name Prince Pluto
And spent many a year going to and fro
Discovering what else could be explored
Until finally alighting
In a cave away from lightening
He found another chicken who was earth-bored
Together they made a family
And are living still quite happily

Raising many Plutonians abroad

4 comments:

  1. A adorable story chain poem, thank you Chris! Would make a great model for a creative writing class with young people to get them thinking about other apparently inanimate objects. Any chance you can get Pluto resurrected from its diminished status as an exo-planet?

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  2. This is a wonderful story poem. I loved it!

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