My poem: Rhubarb Sonnet: Gen

Title: Rhubarb Sonnet
Length: 101
Rating: Gen
Note: I was intrigued about 'the Rhubarb triangle' in Yorkshire where they force-grown rhubarb in the dark in barns and it makes noise as it grows. Here an article for anyone interested in learning more.

a sea of darkness dabbed with isles of light
in waves and waves vast, cultivars in states.
the germinating seeds bemoan their plight
and pink stalks pop their growing pains in spates

cacophony of forced cultivation
ten frosts must pass before a harvest’s nigh
deprived of sun, the prized generation
will snap and fizz and sighs a reck’ning sigh

demanding nothing too warm nor too wet
the fickle fruit is coaxed from root to leaf
unearthly world, ingathering beget
a bounty, a vegetable leitmotif

a subtle trove once weighed against pure gold
a God’s great gift which crumbles sweet and bold