Bag of garlic

Like mothers clinging to their babies
these garlic heads have travelled far
thinly dressed in bruised clothing
caged in nets and packed tightly

crossing borders
entering new territories
finding new life in new economies
from rural grounds to urban kitchens

pleasing tongues in hungry mouths
a foreign land
a different language
a different source
the same makeup

Note: As mentioned in the last daily poem post, the photo below was taken yesterday. Truth be told, I started writing this poem in the wee hours of this morning. I spent 10 mins writing it but was not happy with it, so saved it and went to bed. Just now, I’ve re-read, re-written and re-edited it with another 10 mins to achieve its published status/form. I’m not sure if I like it so much. Possibly trying too hard to be metaphorical and creative, but seriously, there’s only so much I can achieve in 10 mins. Technically, this poem took about 20 mins of writing/editing in total, but I can’t be bothered changing the title, and this note justifies it. Snakes and ladders. Hmm, better get back to food blogging soon. Best wishes all!