Shelled by hue

Broken into order,
arranged we’re
waiting row by row
each hue its own;
each shade of you
is sorted through;
how brittle is
your shell?

Cause yolks are
yellow, brains are
grey and bones
like whites
the same;
and in the end
we share as equals
being omelet.

How would it be
if all the chefs
were colorblind?

© Emily Blincoe

© Emily Blincoe

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September 27, 2016

25 responses to “Shelled by hue

  1. This was actually my other choice, smiles ~ Love the message: we share as equals, being omelet., at the end Bjorn. Maybe all the chefs are colorblind~ Love the clever title too ~

  2. I look forward to a future world where everyone is color blind, kind, fair, & compassionate–so that when that UFO lands on the White House lawn, we will introduce ourselves as Earthites.

  3. I wasn’t sure if anyone else would go for the eggs – and what a great job you’ve done with them! I love those lines:
    ‘and in the end
    we share as equals
    being omelet’!

  4. Alas, we are fried, scrambled, poached, coddled, omletted….and in the end, no matter the outside of the egg, the insides are all the same – hummingbird or ostrich. I like how this hearkens to a better world.

  5. That is the perfect way to be thinking about those eggs in all those hues – and yet ultimately, all the same inside! I wasn’t expecting it somehow, but it fits the picture 100%.

  6. Clever, clever, clever. I was wondering what it would be like to be over in the top right hand corner – how would you ever meet the egg in the bottom right? And, of course, all eggs are much the same once you crack them – except, of course, my neighbour’s free range eggs, which are the colour of a Van Gogh sunrise.

  7. You had fun with this one and made me smile. I thought about writing about the eggs and the many colors of skin tones in the world, but you touched on it perfectly.

  8. Nobody cares what colour the shell was when the omelet is good. So yes, it would be great if we could see the good or bad inside of others, rather than only seeing the shell.

  9. A sweet, silly poem. Enjoyed it…but it does pack a good message. By the way…yokes can be orange and deeper…not only yellow. The deeper towards orange I think means something good.

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