Easter Eggs in October - Bríanne O' Gorman
Updated: Jun 17
misplaced in brown blades
the breeze dances with hair
how you would curl it around your finger
the eggs remind me of hallways shaking
choking on easter happiness
the porcelain egg
how warm you felt
the itchy scarf
you pull closer
like fingers prying open ribs
inhale old perfume and rotten chocolate
the scent of october.
Brianne is in her third year of studying creative writing in the National University of Ireland Galway.