A silly-serious poem today based on multiple experiences in the fruit and veg section of various supermarkets. I can’t be the only one who finds themselves staring with hollow eyes into the distance whilst holding bags of spinach?
I live in hope that green leaves will one day roam free in our supermarkets. In the meantime, I do do my best to source my fruit and veg from more ethical, sustainable suppliers, though depending on location and circumstances, this is not always possible. With a little luck, I will one day soon be able to grow a few leaves of my own.
The Baby Spinach
The baby spinach grows quickly grim,
a mushy goo around its rim.
Suffocated in its plastic bag,
my whole being begins to sag.
I cradle the baby in my arms
and wonder why we ignore the alarm.
Tears fall, shoppers pass me by,
how is it they do not cry?
One day the white coats will come for me,
tell me I’m lost to insanity.
“Look at her love for that bag of greens,
she’s doolally, mad, lost all her beans.”
Maybe I am, maybe they’re right,
but so long as I’m here I must take up the fight.
For that bag of spinach is to me a sign,
of what will happen to us if we don’t draw the line.
Love and courage,