Two Collage Poems

i.e.
A Made-Dish out of Martha Bradley’s The British Housewife

I never appear above ground in my natural State,
But commonly lie about ten Inches deep.
I am at first very small,

Roundish, and of a dusky redish Colour
On the outside, but redder within.
Frequently I grow sick while I am fattening.

When full grown I am clouded over as it were
With a purplish or blackish Smoak, my Surface
Rough like a Honey-comb.

After I come to Ripeness, I rot in the earth:
I rise in Ditches and by Wood Sides,
Where the Ground is Light and the Place shady.


The Poetry of Carving
Phrases from Robert May’s The Accomplisht Cook
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