Red Onion Poem by fraidoon warasta

red onion
perfectly congruous
with this rainless spring
while blossoms fade
and trees turn coriander green
its authority continues to grow
penetrating even through the walls

i haven't learned yet
to grin and bear it
so, somebody should come and kill it

when it disturbs sleep
even my nightmare shockingly flees
running nose, itchy eyes
helpless, beset by sneezing

when the day starts
peeling and chopping
its red onion
i miss the grey clouds
and long even for a bit of rain
to fill my kintsugied blue bowl

don't blame me
i don't understand its syntax
now it owns me whole
dragging me everywhere
all the time

i haven't learned yet
to grin and bear it
so, somebody should come
and kill it!

fraidoon warasta
23 april 2020
limburg