Under Wraps

 

In the end

there was only one cabbage left

stuck in cling wrap

it tried to stretch out of its straps

groaning greener with the effort

*

After a few days

it gave up its dreams of being swathed by

a strudel melting in lard

cradled by the hands of a Budapest farmer

feeling his tongue nudge against its skin

his teeth tearing at it

breathing rapidly to diffuse the heat

*

Silently it said goodbye to all its intended

those would-be partners the future denies

onions garlic caraway seeds

salt forcing it

to yield its juices

coarse black pepper

grating its skin

sharing a mouth

with a hunk

of

roast beef

*

In the end

it went off

under wraps

with a

mould

*

(c) Mary Tang 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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4 Responses to Under Wraps

  1. Brilliantly simple – not an oxymoron

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ron says:

    Sublime! No other words needed.

    Ron

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