Burnt Garlic Poem by Anisa Tara

Burnt Garlic

Rating: 5.0

See how fast the onion burns
Faster still the garlic turns
From a nice yellow tinge
To a smelly black singe

Faster still your heart faltered
Faster than this running water
Rinsing grime off these stalks
Darling, let's cut out the rot

You brought me outside
In the driveway we cried
In the kitchen a flash
The garlic now ash

I watched the garlic burn
As up the road you turned
I couldn't save the soup
I couldn't save you

I felt it from the start
I feel it in my heart
The fire was too hot
I couldn't cut out the rot

Wednesday, January 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: divorce
Unnikrishnan E S 12 July 2021

And fascinating rhyme scheme

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Unnikrishnan E S 12 July 2021

Lovely poem. " The fire was too hot/ I couldn't cut out the rot"". The metaphor strikes at the right spot. Marvellous.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 July 2021

A true brilliantly rhymed poem about a burnt garlic. Indeed after having read this fantastic poem, I can read that smell, since I know too how that smells.5 Stars full on Top for this impressive poem

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