Ode to Onion

It occurred to me one day that I have been under-appreciating the glorious onion! Ogres, this one’s for you.

fruit of the dark earth
shiny
juicy
translucent
i am onion

in the darkness
and mystery
i grow
pregnant
the jewel beneath
a bulb of pale moonlight
shining
i am onion

raw and pungent
i scream and seduce
pickled i sing
bright
fresh
melodies
into the deep night
i am onion

if you dare cut me
i will
make you cry
uncontrollably
and without
remorse
i am onion

my heady aroma
in the heat of fire
always marks the beginning
of
something
to
look
forward
to
i am onion

alone
i can sit
quietly
for weeks
and not lose nerve
or essence
i am one
in my many layers
i am onion

i am loved and loathed
i am light and transparent
i am warmth and life
i am proud
To be onion