The Runny Sun Is All I See

A poem written in response to #ShansPoetryPrompt

Sometimes you just need the language to really see something For instance, in a book I read the writer called the rising sun a runny egg

And when it came up again I couldn’t see the sun any differently

The yellow yolk through my windshield running over the pink and purple ripples

Shooting the albumen (a word I just learned one minute ago) into the new day

I am both sated and hungry

For breakfast I might feast on the view

Or maybe eat the sun with a side of bacon and my coffee full of clouds

Betsy Denson, 2021

Thanks for this prompt Lucy Dan!

This poetry prompt is from an old newsletter from #ShansPoetryPrompt; her Instagram is here if you’d like to learn more about what she writes! Her challenge to us is: Write a poem about the first time you saw a sunrise.