in the eggtraordinary space of 3 estranged days

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Michael (MV)
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in the eggtraordinary space of 3 estranged days

#1 Post by Michael (MV) » 04 Apr 2021, 02:39

 
Good Friday afternoon about 3 o'clock,
before departing, I was charmed
by a gold-leaf egg

stationed on a bone china plate
mounted in a store front
tableau dressed for Easter 2021.


I had put in my order at Starbucks,
and instead of standing & waiting,
a noetic noël-like Spirit moved me,
and so under the influence
of strong incense & the heavy
persuasion of multi-colored lights
from fields of leaded stain glass,

I was off wandering across
the way to bring a pop-up visit
to the bejeweled house of Bromberg's.

Like tending to sheep,
the little drummer boy, trailing
the veil of Veronica amurmuring
in his heart - he's not lost
just that eccentric little roly-poly
man-child passing through
not here
looking for retail deal, instead artistic steal
away in transcendence à la tiffany

to a beat, even more the stronger for being
seen, and not heard - never mind me, I'm just
changing metals into manna
sipping gems like fruit juices running
down the faces of the timepieces, off the clock

during a brisk walk-thru interlude,

to further enhance the annual TGiGF
right in the eclipse-free atmosphere
of broad noonlight streaming through
the crystal clear plate-glass façade,
the unfailing fabergé aesthetic
at home there provided
an ideal complementary contrast,

creating in toto - a living diptych of The Compassion:
the morning scene, absorbed in grave cathedral art;
the other scenario, improv in full relief en plein air.


When I woke to the light
rising in the east, after a good fictive
Friday well-spent in the unbearable
bounty of vernal illumination, now
refreshed & relishing the eggceptional emotions
from the staycation of the cross-referencing,
I was ready for a hearty portion
of Saturday ham & eggs, sunny side up.
All the while, anticipating the Resurrection Sunday,

recalling my extraordinary Spring
stroll through the Village of Mountain Brook,
and especially savoring, like left-overs from a late-night
last supper, that eggquisite taste of Easter
breakfast at Bromberg's . .

. . and that's when yesterday's egg
from the shop's window reappears,
hatching from the white space
in the residual radiance of a senior moment

a vivid déjà-vu double - revealing
that the captivating showpiece was the Golden Egg
of the Chamber's annual hunt

and here in this poem
how that eggie in the window
follows me home, to English Village, too
 
 

 
 

BobBradshaw
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Re: An Eggceptional Visit

#2 Post by BobBradshaw » 06 Apr 2021, 08:22

I like the lush atmosphere in this... as in these lines below...

under the influence
of strong incense & the heavy persuasion
of light from fields of leaded stain glass,
I was off wandering across
the way to bring a pop-up visit
to the bejeweled house of Bromberg'

and

broad noonlight streaming through
the streak-free plate-glass facade,
the fabergé aesthetic provided
an ideal complementary contrast -

from absorbed in cathedral art earlier
to expressive en plein air.

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