The chocolate egg

[Southern Scarab]

The Chocolate Egg


A child sits between
his mother and
a Victorian radiator.


Held tightly,
a foil encased
chocolate egg.


Restless eyes scan
an empty cross          
above adult heads.


Somewhere
a distant voice talks of
hatred,
death,
resurrection.


As the child wonders why
the egg is going soft.

I feel like this could use some more descriptive or specific language. Some of the stanzas are confusingly passive. However, you have some good symbolism. There's nothing wrong with your brevity, personally I like it, but I don't think you're emphasizing the strengths of the poem enough. The metaphor of the chocolate egg melting in the boy's hand, flanked by his mother and a furnace, is pretty clever. It draws a lot of tempting parallels, (redemption, damnation, lost youth, etc.) Thanks for the read!