We have all been suffering from the flu in our household over the past week so I thought that I would make some restorative French onion soup for lunch. As I was weeping into my sliced onions I suddenly remembered this fabulous Valentine’s Day poem by Carol Ann Duffy.
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring, if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife.