Feb 24, 2020Feb 24, 2020 by Carol J Forrester Conversation With Half An Onion #DVersePoets #Qudrille Poetry dversepoets, food, life, Onion, poem, Poetry, quadrille, vegtables, writing 15 Comments The fridge stinks again, the thing lolling at the back, sweating, sickly sweet, cling film wrapped and taunting as if to say ‘this is just your desert for peeling me down till we both cried shameless, and you held a knife like a question.’ Rate ThisShare this:TweetShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Can I just say, I kinda love this. 🙂
Thank you. It’s a little on the odd side tonight.
My husband is always leaving halves of onions wrapped in clingfilm in our fridge! I like the phrase ‘you held a knife like a question’.
I swear I always intend to use them, I just never seem to get round to it.
Nice last line linking knife and question.
The mighty majestic onion has been used a lot out here on the trail. I love me a conversation poem.
Held hostage by that held hostage.
knife and question.. nice!
A knife like a question… or even worse the other way around.
A sassy little onion, he was….but I enjoyed his voice in this piece.
My fridge is so bare, I never have this problem, lol.
Well done… like the knife like a question!
powerful last line!