Rosemary Court : The Role That The Egg Whites Played

‘All in the valley of death
 Rode the six hundred . . .’
                 
                               Alfred, Lord Tennyson
               The Charge of the Light Brigade

Beaten up, beaten up,
Beaten up lightly,
All in the large metal bowl
Foamed the six egg whites.
Stripped from their yolk and shell,
Under the whisk they fell.
All in the metal bowl
Foamed the six egg whites.

“Beat until stiff and white.”
Was there a yolk in sight?
Not as the whipped up whites
Billowed to new heights,
Eggs, though no longer whole,
Cast for the sweetest role.
All in the metal bowl
Foamed the six egg whites.

Sugar to left of them,
Sugar to right of them,
Sugar–six ounces–
Poured and was folded.
Blended with sugar sweet,
Dropped on a baking sheet,
Into the waiting heat
Suitably moulded.

Out from the oven’s maw,
What they were destined for,
Hardened and crisp and sweet
Came the six egg whites.
Theirs not to glaze a pie,
Theirs not to boil or fry,
Theirs but to foam and dry,
Sweet crispy egg whites.