Conversation With Half An Onion #DVersePoets #Qudrille

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.’






  1. 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’.


  2. The mighty majestic onion has been used a lot out here on the trail. I love me a conversation poem.


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