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
3 Poems
by Daniel A. Rabuzzi
... when trees conversed with strangers, we wandered unafraid ...
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 ...