Unbearable! Out Of The Shadows

Out of the shadows
On friday the thirteenth
From within a nest
Eggs are waiting
To be hatched
As plots lurk
Inside the recesses
Of creative minds
About to be laid bare
Some of ethereal wonderment
Others of stark realities
And some of everyday observations
I, for one
Wondered
As to whether
I should consider
A piece of poetical theatre
A true life retrospective
Of my recent experience
As a life model
Baring, not just my soul
Thankfully
Common sense prevails
For now
As i declare myself as a naked poet
An audience may be misled
Into thinking
That i was going to bare
More than just my soul
And my whole (with a W!)
And thus remain unbearable
Like unstreaky bacon
Still sizzling, and spitting
Accompanied by broken eggs
So for now
The naked poet
Shall remain in the shadows!

by Jemia