It's funny to recall

Inspired by "valentine" by carol Ann duffy

all the abracadabra's and witchy conjurings
never did roll the stone away for me.
none of the swear words
nor peppery damnations quite made it budge.
but once came a time when he could open a honey jar -
i looked upon this miracle and marvelled...
it was a primal pledge! and all for me.

its funny to recall how things once were...
in return I offered him onions. that's right -
but they were the really good kind (I believed).
carol ann's kind of onions:
those moons in brown paper bags;
that kissed fiercely and stayed on the lips;
truthful, though wobbling...

"of all the oddball s**t,.." he said
"where the hell'd ya come up with that?"
I guess he never noticed
that I had always kept a space for them.
but then again, how could he?
they blend in too easily:
among the tender shoots of all else
that grows out back,
to stock piles in the market place
where, sooner or later,
even apples look like oranges.

"I'm not available for this discussion",
is what followed through the winters.
never the less, I gave them.
boldly, ofcourse.
and hopeful -
for even onions aspire...

still, it's funny to recall how things once were.
I'm older now,
and don't even bother with honey jars anymore.
and if on any occasion
my eyes should happen to water,
it's not the onions, either.
those moons sank long ago,
with the paper bags
likely blowing in a desert somewhere...

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Lara I love being surprised; a really good writer can take a simple subject, the most common subject, and shine a light upon it from a new direction and create something that surprises me with it’s beauty, it’s interesting essence. You do that for me. And by the way, your opening line is just brilliant.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!
I feel the whips of the past and the blessings of the new perspectives.
It is amazing how we remove the shackles.