Sofi Poems

Junior Sofi Adams' onion poem:

Ode to an Onion

An onion can glow, illuminate itself from within,
incandescent with sweet and savory potential.

Lo and behold
a living white orb
can be
chopped
diced
quartered
canned
powdered
pickled
sliced
into anything from a
rainbow
to
disks
cubes
leaves:

leaving nothing but a thinner-than-paper crust
floating across the counter top.

Impossibly sweet and delicate if slowly simmered in butter
reaching the perfect point of carmelization.


Caramelized Onion
Caramelized Onion Bulb
Caramelized Onion Orb

Unmatchable

Meticulously placed layers hugging, cocooning
one another,
crisply separate
crushing outward
spritzing droplets of onion sap
along wrists, fingers, and the table.

Saturating
metal
textile
plastic
skin
with strong onion love.