The Hunt

seagull egg

My heart was born,

an embryo, a pale and speckled thing;  I

painted it with childish dreams, in rainbow shades of spring.

I thought it was a masterpiece, its shell Venetian glass; I put my gift upon

display, in Easter basket grass. When no one stopped or noticed it, I gazed about

in tears; I noted how the others looked, and painted mine like theirs. But ev’ry layer

colored in just added extra weight; its overburdened, hard-boiled shell soon learned

to hibernate. One day someone gathered it and leaned in for a peep; in his haste he

scrambled it, and tossed it in a heap. Hurt, it hid, and hidden, hurt, and nursed its

deviled thoughts; broken, beaten, in despair, pain fried its yolk in knots. Gentle eyes

began a search, intent upon a quest; Hunter, restless, overlooked the paint-by-number

nests. Gentle hands with kid-glove care collected, cracks and all;  Humpty’s horses’

kingly men had no luck by his wall, but Hunter’s love was kingly glue, and whisked

the shattered shell back into its birthday state, and realigned each cell. Gentle

pressure peeled the paint, revealed its truest shade – Seeker sought and found

his prize, and put it on display. He tells me now he loves me true, though

still my cracks survive; but, incubated by his warmth,

my heart has come alive.

14 comments on “The Hunt

  1. Debbie says:

    A masterpiece . . .like you!

  2. Oh how I liked this, thank you

  3. russtowne says:

    Reblogged this on A Grateful Man's Poetry and commented:
    I was touched by this poem and wanted to share it with you.

    With Love,

  4. Mine are exactly like russtowne’s. It takes a genius to think in such terms of a childish heart, of beauty, tenderness and at the same time all so delicately. You are great lady!

  5. Hi Melody I just read your poem The God Who Built a Man. Didn’t see a place to comment and wanted to tell you how much I like it. Wish our poems were on a scroll sometime. I’m sure it would be fascinating!

    • melodylowes says:

      Thanks Marie! That’s the trouble with having so many poems – there are some that even I have forgotten were there! Your idea of putting them somehow on a loop is interesting!

  6. riz says:

    many hearts for this. 🙂

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