Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
Beets are one of my favorite foods. My grandmother loved to pickle them and make red eggs.
Two Sylvias Press offered a prompt to use two words that sound alike in a poem today, hence the beet/beat
roasted and pickled
buried deep in the garden
my heartbeat quickens
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
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