Make a hole in the eggshell
so the witches won’t steal them.
They’ll sail them away like a boat
and take you with them.
That’s what her granny said
when she was growing up.
So that’s what she did
as an obedient child.
But now she leaves the shells whole,
as she always thought they should be.
She was not afraid of witches.
She was not afraid
and she would never walk on eggshells.
About the Author: Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
Image Credit: Einhundert Tafeln colorirter Abbildungen von Vogeleiern : Dresden :[Brockhaus], Image courtesy of The Biodiversity Library (Public Domain)