Tuesday poem: The asparagus fields of Peru are visible from space
July 7, 2015
The asparagus fields of Peru are visible from space
1.
Little green rockets
counting down pushing up
tips pierce the moon
2.
Ballistic veggies
spears thrown up to satelleyes
sparrowgrass has landed
3.
Green fingers reaching out
Romero horror film
Night of the single crop
P.S. Cottier
The Victorians sometimes referred to asparagus as sparrowgrass:
“‘It’s a stew of tripe,’ said the landlord smacking his lips, ‘and cow-heel,’ smacking them again, ‘and bacon,’ smacking them once more, ‘and steak,’ smacking them for the fourth time, ‘and peas, cauliflowers, new potatoes, and sparrow-grass, all working up together in one delicious gravy.'”
(Dickens The Old Curiosity Shop Chapter 18)
My brain being what it is, I now picture thousands of guinea pigs lost in the vast fields of asparagus…pretty fat guinea pigs.
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photo by Muffet (cc licence attribution generic 2.0 Wikimedia Commons)
Hi Penelope – great poem today thank you – cjv
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I like to try and look at ecological disasters from a different perspective, and the Lumière bothers came to mind…the moon with the rocket through its eye.
Thank you for commenting Catherine.
Well it cerainly is a different perspective. Come to think of it if the moon is really made of cheese the two would blend quite well. Your poems are such an interesting combo of whimsy and science fiction.
Thank you Helen! I sometimes try a seasoning of cold, hard fact. Or guinea pig.*
* I am in fact vegetarian, so no cavies were harmed in the making of this poem.
Love those ‘satelleyes’!
Puns are my true love, Michele.
It’s ALIIIIIVE!
AND VERY GOOD FOR YOU!
Though not, perhaps, for Peru…
🙂
And I just noticed that that is a concrete comment, with all those little stalks.
‘Night of the single crop.’ I love it!
I liked that line too, Harvey.