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
Tasty Beets
tasty beets
roasted and pickled
harvest gems
garnet moons
buried deep in the garden
my heartbeat quickens
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
Swooning over “garnet moons” and that ending line! I’m a fellow beet lover and love what you did with this poem. So clever! I also had a quick chuckle when I remembered the Facebook issue with the erotic beet picture last year during Laura’s challenge–wasn’t it your pic?
Yes. it was my photo