My dear okra plant, you are absolutely divine.
Hibiscus cousin, slow to grow,
ultimately sprouting green tendrils
and yellow blossoms fine.
Soon ‘tis time to harvest and prepare
your lantern shaped, bright green pods.
First I wash, then gently pat dry.
Slice crosswise with considerable care.
I heat the olive oil until very hot,
then slide your delicate sections into pan.
‘Tis time to sauté, tossing and turning
until beautiful slime coats the pot.
Carefully removed from heat,
I carry you slowly across the kitchen floor.
Reach screen door to our outdoor porch,
out I slip, without missing a beat.
Then, mustering all my culinary style,
I heave you onto the compost pile.
Written for NAPOWRIMO, Day 20. Today’s prompt is to anthropomorphize a food, perhaps one you feel conflicted about. Phots from Pixabay.com
And added to dVerse, Tuesday Poetics where Misky has asked us to write about food.
lillian the home poet 
Ha! Slimy, yes. The only time I use it is when i make jambalaya, and then it’s frozen and pre-sliced.
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Lily, I like you ode. Okra is easy to grow, and to kill. I used to like okra but not anymore. I even take it out of my gumbo, a cajun ‘near soup’.
I started to write an ode also but decided no to. A half dozen came up in a quick search, my ode to the Quince was a deliberate write as an ode. My underwear drawer? Milk weed? My Rabbit today isn’t quite.
The search,
https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=Ode&m=1
..
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LOL! Gosh, you had me going there until the end. Thanks for the chuckle, Lilian.
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Hahahahahahaha! Too wonderful for words!
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Loved it … Slime is what I remember mostly about ocra
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Divine food, from preparation to compost. Love this Lillian.
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Haha! Lillian, I loved listening to you. It is ladies finger here and quite a family favourite and not slimy when cooked. 😀
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Ha! I wondered how this would end.
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