A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon,
squealing and grinding forward on small wheels,
even as a man sitting to breakfast on his veranda
is suddenly engulfed in a great shadow, almost
the size of the night . . .
He looks up and sees a huge shoe
ponderously mounting out of the earth.
Up in the unlaced ankle-part an old woman
stands at a helm behind the great tongue curled
forward; the thick laces dragging like ships’ rope
on the ground as the huge thing squeals and
grinds forward; children everywhere, they look
from the shoelace holes, they crowd about the
old woman, even as she pilots this huge shoe
over the earth . . .

Soon the huge shoe is descending the
opposite horizon, a monstrous snail squealing
and grinding into the earth . . .

The man turns to his breakfast again, but sees
it’s been wounded, the yolk of one of his eggs is
bleeding . . .

Analysis, meaning and summary of Russell Edson's poem The Wounded Breakfast

2 Comments

  1. Kelsey von Hollen says:

    I loved your poem

  2. symone says:

    This poem was really good. I am an 8th grader who had to do a report in language arts and I chose to do this poem because it seemed like a fun one to do. After i read it it excited me and i felt good for the rest of the day. I now consider myself a poem reader thanks to Russell Edson. You are a great man.

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