Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
For Valentine’s Day not ‘red rose, satin heart, cute card….kissogram’, just onions. Throughout the poem the onion is a metaphor for love, developed in different ways. You must be careful with love to get its benefit, just as you must be careful with the onion. The ‘onion’ in this poem is also an image which forms an analogy for the poet’s views and attitude to love relationship and romance. As always stunning and unique!
Fantastic project to onionify a gift to a special day, at least a day to demonstrate the degree of love to the special one. Fantastic metaphor. Thanks a lot. Enjoyed much.
I love the straight talk told in the poem, under a romantic title. Well done, poet!
this poem is so trash. my 2 year old disabled cousin can do better.
She is fierce, wry, and her eye is very discerning. Read her carefully. Enjoy her well