KALE
by Kaye Baillie
Kale is not a thing of beauty
matt deep green leaves
as dark as night
their underside a network
of wrinkled veins.
Washed
ready for the pot
but there is a surprise!
Glistening glass-like watery jewels
shine and shiver
trapped in membrane pockets
soon to be darkened leaves
again.
Definitely water and not slugs? If so you are luckier than I have been.
Have found slugs in other veges, amazing how they survive in the fridge for a day or two before being discovered.
Mmmmm…Kale – in particular kale chips. Kale leaves drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with rock salt and cooked in an oven till crisp…mmmm.
I was introduced to this at a local community garden fair.
Love the poem – although I personally find kale beautiful 🙂
I love kale chips too, Allan. Light and crunchy treats.
And thanks for liking my poem 🙂
I love this Kaye. It’s very cool. So detailed. I’ll think about kale differently now 🙂
Thanks, Neridah, yes, do check out the washed kale, funny how beauty is found in unexpected places.