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
Text Message to My Stepson
by Cal Freeman
... You remember that tree of heaven, / also called stinking sumac, also called varnish // tree, also called ailanthus altissima / of the Simaroubaceae family ...
Scavenger Hunt
by Will Musgrove
... stuck alone, stuck existing ...