I am a newcomer to the cyber sea so hope I am doing this properly. I wrote this poem in response to a prompt at Magpie Tales. I am trying to follow the instructions. Please forgive me and advise me if I have the technicalities wrong. Not much we can do about the poet at this stage ...
Ode to Garlic
most revered, and despised
angel vegetable
sheathed in pink satin
dripping with taste or lust
peel me
slice me
crush me
devour my
succulent roar
not for you?
what kind of a mouth are you?
