The Onion

[ellajam]

Hi, I really enjoyed this one, so much said here. Here are some notes.

Light filters to me through leaves
camouflaging the back field
as I lean, palms pressed upon cool marble, Marble brought me to the kitchen, the next line confirmed it, nice.
over a spine-broken book of your recipes;

dog-eared, well-thumbed,
inclined agin a rolling pin, I'd prefer "against".
it instructs me
to peel and slice an onion.

Clasping the gleaming orb Too soon, I thought Where's the dull skin?".
worked from earth, my elbow yields
to density, then rebounds
from the board's wooden knell.

I nick and strip it's sere brown skin, Well done here, love the eclipse.
center and split to reveal
two pale discs of morning sun
and eclipsing one, begin to slice.

My dull blade chaws and stutters
through thick rotations, tearing layers I wondered why you didn't find the knife sharpener in a well used kitchen. Now I don't know if you are in someone else's kitchen as I thought or if you just have their cookbook.
into one another and releasing
a keen earthy tang

that confronts and quickens
then blurs the senses I like that it blurs all senses, but not a fan of "concentrated".
with concentrated tears; a furrowing
that needles the very middle of the mind.

But the sting is salved
when I scrape the grey mulch Grey? I'm confused.
into smoking oil and it spits and sizzles,
simmering to golden translucent clarity, I like the move to clarity.

liberating a sweet-savoury aroma
that stimulates a deeply satisfying
insatiable hunger to understand something
so much simpler and yet more accomplished than I. Beautiful last line.