New Cottage Industry: The Egg-Head
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Sheena Blackhall
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In the writers' farm I am free-range;
I don't want my eggs in one basket,
I want to be broody in lark's houses,
In hare's forms.
I want to produce triangular eggs that bounce,
Or square ones with sky-blue yolks.
I want to bark instead of cluck,
And maybe have metal feathers.
And at the end, please,
A lion stamped on my poems
To prove they are up to scratch.
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