Inside the Refrigerator

Half a cabbage, shadowed low and deep,
Wrapped in plastic took its chance to grow,
Stretched its leaves, awoke from cabbage sleep
Near cheese forgotten also long ago.
We found it and then found a pot and so
A cabbage we once ate, one half of two,
Turned into one again with light and grew.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and she asks us to look at what’s in our refrigerator.  The poem is written in Chaucerian stanza (also called rime royal or rhyme royal).  I will be using this form for Thursday’s Form for All post.

Photos: “Lucky Cabbage”, above, and “Half Cabbage in a Pot”, below, by the author.

Half Cabbage in a Pot