This week's poetry jam challenge is to write about a still life, preferably one you've photographed or painted yourself. I'm not much of photographer and I can't draw to save my life, so I borrowed this image from the internet:
Carrots
Raised under fecund earth.
you kept reaching
down to the center, crawling
towards water secret and dark,
for the source of your sustenance.
The frost sweetened you
with its cold breath.
Your gossamer stem betrayed
the hiding place.
The earth gave way
and opened-
a cavity, a ripe wound
marking the place
where it had sheltered you
and tattooed you in hieroglyphs
as a remembrance of your beginnings.
Carrots
Raised under fecund earth.
you kept reaching
down to the center, crawling
towards water secret and dark,
for the source of your sustenance.
The frost sweetened you
with its cold breath.
Your gossamer stem betrayed
the hiding place.
The earth gave way
and opened-
a cavity, a ripe wound
marking the place
where it had sheltered you
and tattooed you in hieroglyphs
as a remembrance of your beginnings.