Ovule
you rolled the egg
you cracked a world
and there among the blue
fragments of a planet’s shell
you saw a god
and you watched
as at first the form licked
the albumen off its fur
and then unfurled
ears black
tipped and long
and then with
steel-tendon legs
your god
ran
Mark Goodwin is a poet-sound-artist and speaks & writes in various ways. He has published books & chapbooks with various poetry houses, including Leafe Press, Longbarrow Press, Middle Creek, & Shearsman Books. Mark lives with his partner on a narrowboat just north of Leicester, in England. He tweets poems from @kramawoodgin.
Other Works
The Majority of Diners Continue Eating
by Robert Siek
... ignore the waiter’s ass and the fit of his pants, / his handheld pot of coffee, quite possibly a weapon ...
In the moon's cold shadow, where the wild grass grows
by Justin Permenter
... No moonbeams spill over the floor of the bower / Where the limbs grow tangled in apses of green ...