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.
Australian Children’s Poetry Website 
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.