Fried Egg Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

someone once said or words to the effect
the sun rose like a fried egg in the Heavens
I'm paraphrasing or was it the pink yolk
barely glazed over by a winsome cloud
at any rate seemed felicitous to me
to use breakfast imagery at sun up
quite the thing
and of course I regretted I hadn't been the
one to think of it so Im approximating
being the lady in waiting and not the Queen
don't want to be mean or have to con it
considering a sonnet on country fried ham
as the next best thing but I can't quite catch the

zing of it
so I think of farm breakfasts I have read about
in books though never tasted on that scale
eating my toast with currant jam and not a little

pensive
about the whole thing
you know how that goes
kudos to the first one who said it.
probably Humpty Dumpty just before the fall
when a meaner poet pushed him over the Wall.
mary angela douglas 21 august 2022