The Potato Chronicles
Swathed in Adirondack Blue,
I am the Belle de Fontenay,
scented with Charlemont.
Do not call me Divaa.
Of the highest Estima,
I am the Foremost
Gourmandine on
the Horizon. I can dance
till Inca Dawn, sing
a Jazzy
Kennebec better
than La Strada. I shine
like Mayan Twilight.
Newton,
Orwell – they all loved
my eyes. Even Picasso,
who called me his British Queen,
although Rembrandt painted
me better. I Sparkle
with Trésor, splendid
in my Urenika Heirloom.
How I grace Venezia, a pale
White Lady with
a fearsome Axona,
Yukon Gold streaking
my flowing Zohar.
Sarah Doyle is the Pre-Raphaelite Society’s Poet-in-Residence, and co-author of Dreaming Spheres: Poems of the Solar System (PS Publishing, 2014). She holds a Creative Writing MA from UL Royal Holloway College, and is widely placed and published. Website: www.sarahdoyle.co.uk / Twitter: @PoetSarahDoyle
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