• vegetables


    This is a poem about vegetables I wrote spontaneously in order to make a friend laugh. It actually turned out better than expected, so here it is.

    O faithful onion, my allium friend,
    Layers of perfection and heart so tend.

    My tapered root and orange so stark,
    Eaten daily, you reveal us the dark.

    O starch of the earth, how could we forget,
    Your knobbled skin and flesh perfect,

    Boiled, mashed, roasted or fried,
    In every form, our hearts confide.

    Mon petit pois, how I adore thee,
    Frozen or fresh, the humble pea.

    And broccoli, broccoli, how are you so green?
    Broccoli, broccoli, the fractal of my dream.