Saturday, March 23, 2013

I give you an onion.

...and ye shall find. The junction of Sandy Bay Road and St Georges Terrace, Battery Point. March 2013.

I think that onions make more sense from Valentine's Day gifts than chocolates. We should all try to embrace the genus Allium.

Valentine, Carol Ann Duffy

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.

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.

Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

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