Break  Fast

by Caroline Whalley

Walk completed, now to eat, 
Break my fast, no fat free fads
Two soft boiled farm eggs, gold gooey yolks 
Homemade sourdough, makes stiff toast.
Through its holes butter is dripping 
Cut into fingers just right for dipping
For preserves, I leave a slice 
Finally fresh coffee to suffice.

Day 11, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.

1 Comment

  • ms pie Posted 11 April 2021 8:27 pm

    i like the way your story unfurls… walk first coffee last….

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