30 Cold Potatoes

[bop]

Mary, Thank you for the ideas, they open up the poetic potential of the potato. Lots to work on, if I ever get the time! Thanks for the positive zing you've given me for the final three.
Sorella, I'm far from done! Eee! that Yorkshire trips off your tongue like a whippet what's eaten too much drippin' (?). What am I going to do? Done one - two to go!
Thanks for popping by! x

[bop]

We kiss at the gate,
lay down between rows
of sprouting nightshade;
compress the soil,
bury ourselves,
in loam and love.

[Steven]

'in loam and love' very strong ending to this poem.

[larryrap]

Cool beans. I mean potatoes. I love your thread - it's funny but also disarmingly deep when it wants to be.

[bop]

Steven - Thank you for coming back again and for liking the last line.
larry - Beans are cool too! I'm pleased you think there's some deepness there. Thanks again. There won't be in the last two!

[bop]

He's already written a potato clock!
I hate you - I love you - Roger McGough.
Nailed, galvanised, copper-wired …
I search for a connection … there is no time.
The clock ticks but words won’t tock,
tick-tock tumble in time for me.

[bop]

Potatoes won't roll
if they're diced,
but don’t knock Gnocchi,
Gnocchi are awfully nice.

[Sorella]

He's already written a potato clock!
I hate you - I love you - Roger McGough.
Nailed, galvanised, copper-wired …
I search for a connection … there is no time.
The clock ticks but words won’t tock,
tick-tock tumble in time for me.

Yay, bop, you bopped NaPo on the head and totally conquered!

Ahem, never knew it was McGock, pronunciation-wise (shakes head in doubt)

In Norway, we put your darlings to good use, killing them for a divine purpose:



Cheers and well done, Mike!

Sorella