Rhubarb stalks long and pink
Product of forced Labour in the dark
Rooting in the mucky Earth
In sheds long and dark and dank
Forcing pushing up and up
Sprouting little pokes of green
Searching for the signs of light
A candle splutters flickering flame
Peering eyes pierce the gloom
To pluck pink fleshy stems that waft about
Straight into a pan unctuous sweet
A treat to savour and delight
Stewed rhubarb pink and plump
Waiting for the gods to eat
Prompted by my sight of new season rhubarb in the shops, always makes my mouth water. 3.3.23
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