The New Year's Radish

[Brigid Briton]

I read this on Twitter this morning:
"Write about a radish/ too many people write about the moon." ~Karla Kuskin.

With that in mind, I broke the rule about posting only one poem a day in a given category with this:

emerald leaves
beneath the soil
a ruby radish

How about you? Can you write a haiku or even a longer poem about a radish? I dare you!



Brigid

[bigmax722]

these saucy dragons ~ stealing rainbow radishes ~ from royal rabbits • #haiku

[Brigid Briton]

Hi bigmax! Welcome to the forum and Happy New Year! This is an awesome response to the challenge, not to mention a great haiku!



Brigid

[diannet]

Okey dokey can't resist a dare... nothing to skite about but here's mine...

Oh radish
You leave a bitter aftertaste
That lingers
Crunchy bulbous root
That grows with ease
You overflow my salads
I grew them myself I say...
Because I did
You popped your red head up so quickly
While grubs munched on my lettuce
Tomatoes well...not sure what heaven they eventually surfaced in
But I’ll bet they met the snow peas there
Certainly not in my salad
That’s filled with store bought greens and tomatoes
But the radish...I grew them myself

[slippers]

seed
sticks to
fingers
grows to plumpness
heat
sticks to
tongue
grows too hot, hot, hot

Oh!

[Brigid Briton]

Hi Dianne,

A great response with your usual keen wit. I can just see the look of puzzlement and frustration on your face as you realize the tomatoes and snow peas have somehow eloped.

[Brigid Briton]

Greetings slippers and welcome to our forum!

I really appreciate your temporarily leaving the confines of 140 characters on Twitter to give us this little gem of a response.

You've made a clever play on words, telling us first how the seed grows, then how the heat grows. Your final "Oh!" brought a big smile to my face as I remembered all the "oh" moments I've shared with radishes.

Like Dianne, your sense of humor is coming through loud and clear and I love that!



Brigid

[SweetSilverBird]

Diane, I really like this cute quirky little radish poem!

[SweetSilverBird]

okay, Brigid, but I can only think of radishes and be silly, so you are warned!

Red ones
pink ones,
all that you could eat ones
white ones
long ones
Easter egg coloured ones
even in your relishes
Chinese food embellishes
that is good for radishes.
even I know that!

[diannet]

Thanks Deb and Brigid... they're the only vegetable I can say I grow well and that was the only thing I could think of when trying to write a poem about a radish...not so easy to do!

Great debut's from the newest members and Brigid, you make the humble radish sound like a jewel!

[Brigid Briton]

Hi Deb,

I like it. It's difficult not to be sort of silly when writing a poem about a radish (or radishes) however, you have to admit, the field's pretty wide open (pun intended) for radish poem...most people are concentrating on rose and the moon!

How about this (with apologies to Gertrude Stein):

A rose is a rose is a rose,
but a radish,
ah, the humble radish,
is a horse
of a different color.



(get it? horse radish?)

[douglassguy]

Rosiness a disguise, its silver heart, raw and damp, is such hardness. Red apples don't insult so heavily. Radishes are dense, indurate, sour harshened roots. A distribution in salads hardly redeems any. Does its sliced heaviness reward? Alas, doubtful—it still has rosiness: a despicable, insincere, surreptitious hood.

[Brigid Briton]

Hi douglassguy!

It's great to see you show up here in the challenge. Wow, never has the poor radish been so maligned as it has been in this challenge, and your elegant entry continues that trend! Great job.