
Ode To Snow Peas
I looked away just one day and you swell up and
burst forth from your hiding place
among the roses.
What mischief went on
within the chiaroscuro realm
behind the fences?
Fecundity will have it’s way!
It’s to late for absolution or confession,
you’re showing
now.
Get out the ginger, rice
and water chestnuts,
this evening
I’ll be serving up some
lovely dishes.
I looked up the history nursery rhyme Mary Mary quite contrary before I wrote this. That must have influenced me to go to such a strange dark place. The Mary is betrayed Mary Queen of Scot’s.
We had lovely snow peas in our hanging gardens a few months ago. Too hot for them here, now, but for about one sweet, sweet month, we feasted.
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Hanging gardens sounds beautiful and taste! 🙂
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Excellent ode!
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Thanks :0
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I’m growing snow peas for the first time; love the poem!
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