An Omelette Recipe
It hurts more than you
Know. So much, this molten
Life, gold-curdled, thick
Like blood and glossy: precious.
Who are you to break my
Unassumed and unassuming shield –
Now brownly cracked.
I am bare, bared, barren:
A small sun upended, and
The fork is very cold.
You may add salt and pepper to taste,
Spring onions as desired.
You can listen to a recorded version of this poem at: Purple Radio Spotify
Illustrated by Amy Nugent