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A Broken Plate

4-4-2025

By Ellie HoovsPublished 10 months ago 1 min read

It slipped from wet

dish soapy fingers

and proved Newton's apple true

as it fell

and smashed into

shards of white porcelain

on a breadcrumb sprinkled floor.

tears raced to join them

a flood of anxiety

shaken like a champagne bottle

finally uncorked

The salt and the ceramic

swirled together

in a defeated dance

choreographed with a sigh.

They fell together

into the dust bin.

The whole moment - trashed.

It wasn't just a broken plate

It was one more thing

that was hers to deal with

alone.

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Ellie Hoovs

Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

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  • Marie381Uk 10 months ago

    My mam created and shouted, if I broke cups plates etc. I wowed my children and grand children, never went through that. I just say when they look all apologetic, Hey it’s only a cup etc. The calmed instant look the give me says it all l9l ⭐️⭐️⭐️

  • I used to feel very scary when I broke a plate or cup. 😢😀

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