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
Lovely poem. " The fire was too hot/ I couldn't cut out the rot"". The metaphor strikes at the right spot. Marvellous.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And fascinating rhyme scheme