Boiling the Perfect Egg

Boiling the Perfect Egg

A big thank you to the wonderful yassy who introduced me to the tetractys poetry form. Please visit yassy’s blog as you will be inspired to play with poetry in ways you never imagined.



a child’s eye gazes
into a vast Universe
wondering what lay beyond.

between stars
thoughts of eternity
and a churning stomach
repel sleep.

mortality sows its seed,
still seeming far away.

in time’s blink
it returns to the doorstep,
reminding of now
and life’s remaining flavour.

with moments left,
the child dives
back into darkness
searching, for remnants
of a last hope.

© Davy D 2017