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Ode to a Kohlrabi


09.09.19 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “Moon Talk” (August 2019)

Ode to a Kohlrabi
By Charlene James-Duguid

Well,
Think of what its like to be an undistinguished,
unloved, unappreciated,
left in the grocery bin,
Vegetable.

Add to that a name
That, though it rolls off the tongue,
Rhymes with nothing else romantic,
With nothing else at all.

German cabbage, sure
But does it have a ring to it,
No.

Add that its difficult to cook and eat,
And has the unfortunate appearance of a Revolutionary War grenade.
You have the lowly kohlrabi .

I remember eating them fresh, raw,
Picked out of a Polish backyard garden
Fighting blousy, pure,crisp sheets
While fending off a barrage of gloriously
Shaped, patinated, aged, wooden clothes pins.

Not much about a kohlrabi to commend it
Except memories,
Growing up with tradition
In hand,
In foreign words,
In a purity of spirit
That needed no definitions.

Kohlrabi,
I salute you,
Revel in your radish-like flavor
And hope by some miracle,
You gain your rightful
Place in this ultra-organic world.



One Response to “Ode to a Kohlrabi”

  1. Ed Zahniser says:

    Thanks for upholding the vegetative dignity of kohlrabi! Proves the power of poetry to restore the nobility of phenomena!

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