The Freestyle Celebration of the Globe Artichoke I Ate Last Night

Oh, you Artichoke, you.
You’re tough and prickly on the outside
But you’ve got a sweet and tender heart on the inside!
But
You’re tough and prickly on the outside.
It takes like half an hour at least to pick and prick my way to
Your sweet, sweet heart
Trying to appreciate what morsels your leathery sepals might provide.
And that’s after you’ve been cooked for like 40 minutes straight! Jeez!
Also your heart is crowned with horrible hairy barbs
As a final chore.
Is it worth the effort, Artichoke, when there are sweeter
And more tender things I can destroy??

Advertisements

5 responses to “The Freestyle Celebration of the Globe Artichoke I Ate Last Night

  1. It’s almost like a beautiful metaphor!

    . . . But it isn’t.

  2. But the leaves can be eaten too! A tiny, tiny part of the leaves.

    Really not worth the effort when you can buy the hearts separately.

  3. This is the most beautiful artichoke poem I have ever read! You could teach Pablo Neruda a thing or two.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s