Tale Weaver’s Prompt #2 Guessing Game

beet

I taste of the earth

Of damp root cellars

And obsolete wombs

Petrified and crisp

My juice wilts the palate

I appear bedeviled

As a shrunken head

With tufts of red-ribboned leaves

And a root that looks

Like a proboscis

I am hard and maternal

Like the cast of a woman’s breast

I am as common as wine

And can be used to make

A spirit comparable to port

I am a gem in vagabond stitch

Staining fingers and lips claret

As if the aftermath

Of a carnvirous feast

I can summon

Love from hearts

As bitter and laminate

As an unripened pomelo

I am a Goddess

A poor man’s dinner

A selection of mummified testicles

An asymmetrical top

That wobbles and rolls

But cannot fluently spin

I am a crouching Buddha

A farmer’s oyster

A clod of dirt best served

With ham and Dijon mustard

I am the neglected fountain

Of a poorly-expressed youth

I am a runner’s anodyne

I am the celestial pulse

Of a poetical sphere

I am the mighty,

I am the beet

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I have never written a poem about a vegetable before lol I fear I’ve not done a very good job of it either. Could you guess which vegetable I was referring too? I refereed to beets as the poor man’s oyster because they also effect the libido and are said to work like Viagra. Beets improve stamina and reduce blood pressure hence the reference to the runner. There is also a myth that says if a man and woman share the same beet they will fall in love. I think I was supposed to write a tale but I wrote a poem. This is not part of the 33 autobiographical poems I wish to write beets do not figure that strongly into my life lol

 

This was written for

Tale Weaver’s Prompt 

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28 responses to “Tale Weaver’s Prompt #2 Guessing Game

  1. Up to this I would have considered it unlikely that a poet would pay homage of this ilk but your beetiful poem does exactly that with visceral, tactile, sensory, philosophical, mythological and homespun wisdom-ridden words. The unhappily named Beta Vulgaris is heralded to new heights of reputation in this overdue tribute.

    • Mike your comment has made my day =) I must say I never imagined I would write such a poem but I took on a prompt challenge and decided to just embrace it fully

    • Thank you =) Beets aren’t very popular it seems haha I never had them as a child so I’ve none of those impressions. I tried them first in Sweden with a salad which has ham and Dijon mustard and I quite like the salad but when I have tried them in other ways I am aware of how earthy they are and though I can eat them they are not a favorite. I am quite open minded though and they are cheap lol

      • I never saw a fresh one until I moved to USA. Used to get them in cans. I preffer asparagus 🙂

  2. I knew you were writing about the beet when you said taste like dirt. I like drinking beets in green juice. This poem is well written. I’m sure a beet farmer would love it.

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  4. I can’t say I like eating raw beets, but they can be a good component of salad nonetheless and I haven’t consumed them cooked ever.
    And what a wonderfully written piece… the character sketch is interesting and so delectable, if I may say so. 🙂 Wish the next beetroot that I eat tastes like your words. 😀

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