More faithful than
your lying rose,
no thorn will bite me,
no promises are faked
from petals
dropped too soon,
Your onion-kiss remains
to linger on my lips;
and with every tear-drop
gently falling
with every day that’s peeled
this onion you stay true.
Still Life with Onions by Pierre-Auguste Renoir
The Quadrille today is hosted by Mish at dVerse and the word to include is “peel” in a poem of exactly 44 words. My poem was inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s poem Valentine
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February 24, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Almost every recipe starts with peeling an onion. We take them for granted, but they make such a difference to our lives. Lovely love poem, Bjorn.
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As soon as I saw your quadrille, Björn, I thought, Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Valentine’ – a favourite of mine! I like the lines:
‘no promises are faked
from petals
dropped too soon’.
I knew you would see it… 🙂
😉
I like the thought of peeling the day.
Your “onion-kiss” one that brings tears to the eye. I like how this peels apart into layers.
Wonderful quadrille Bjorn. Truly lovely.
Bang on, brother. An onion could be Tess Trueheart. Unlike other fruits and vegetables, onions are reliable, they are what they are, and I love them, even with peanut butter.
Lovely poem. I like how it slowly unpeels like an onion.I love the lines: “Your onion-kiss remains
to linger on my lips;”
Thank you for the Carol Ann Duffy link. How did I not know that poem? 🙂
It is really a very good poem… it was the first I thought about when reading the prompt
Well done, with a few simple layers.
Such a good title for your poem. There is something to be said for being true no matter what.
Nice!!!
Much❤love
That’s an interesting angle, the tears induced by an onion.
I like this!
Lovely poem paired with Renoir…
Yes, the onion can hide nothing, so a much better choice.Thanks for sharing the source of your inspiration. Will definitely need to read more of her work.
Oh, those onions do make me weep…but, perhaps there is cleansing in those peels.
the comparison of a beautiful but prickly rose to a tear-inducing but honest onion is such a clever one!
Well done on this. Onions, the best kind of friend to have around when I need a good cry. I really like your ending lines,
“with every day that’s peeled
this onion you stay true.”
ooh thinking of that onion-kiss… great imagery, Bjorn!
I wanted to leave a comment on your site, but the comments were closed… loved the way we peel away the layers sometimes … just wishing it is for the right person.
Thank you, Bjorn! I didn’t know that the comment section were turned off. Had it on now.
With onions, you know what you’re going to get. Tears are fine when they’re anticipated. It’s those darn life surprises… the thorns, that upset us. Onions also add flavor to every bite, and left undisturbed, produce lovely blossoms. I choose onions!
A wonderful take on Caron Ann Duffy’s poem Björn, I especially love ‘with every day that’s peeled
this onion you stay true’
ouch sounds like unlucky in love … keep kissing 😉
Oh, that lying rose. I would not want one to use that term to describe me. There’s much packed in these 44 words, much below the surface.