Poems For the Cross-Quarter Days by Sophia Rosenberg
An Island of Nettle Eaters
Aigul, plucks them with her bare hands, eats them
raw. Valeria fries bright green pancakes in lots of
olive oil, serves them with very creative sauces.
Kathy feeds us all Oysters Nettlefeller
we eat around the beachfire.
The Olesko sisters make Green Goddess soup,
serve it up at the April Bread and Jam;
and for the PAC plant sale this year
Kirsty made Nettlekopita.
Jazmin brews nettle beer, Domena presses steamed nettles into balls to dip in peanut sauce. She brings them to book club. I make Season Turning Soup: the last of the winter-stored squash, the first tender nettle tips.
We make pesto for pasta, sauce for the polenta,
nettle lasagna. We tincture leaf, root, and seed
for medicine. We even compost them to nourish
our soil. And when the cycle is winding down we
dry them for tea to sip slowly through the dark days until next year.
It’s spring and the kale is sweet and sprouting
in the gardens but still we go to the
untamed places to gather the feisty weed.
Isn’t that why we have all come here? To feast on
what the wild offers; to feel that slight sting.
- Sophia Rosenberg, 2018