and runs it down his cheek,
sloughing the crackling skin.
The kitchen window is misted
from the borsch in the pan.
By candlelight, she peels back
the gilded skin and deposits it
in the peelings bin. Why is his face
so featureless? She takes the tip
of the knife and carves beady eyes
and a slit of pouting mouth.
It's almost a year, and she's survived
this long, despite the evil onion.
She trims the roots and flattens
them down, remarking to herself
how earless he is. Just the fumes
of this tyrant can make her cry.
He's alive now, a pale face that gloats
as her country floats in darkness.
Calmly, she takes the knife and slices
him six times this way
and six times the other, then
six times, to be certain, from ear to ear.
She picks up the board and slides
his remains into the borsch
that bubbles with homely goodness -
something to nourish the kids,
a recipe her mother taught her.
Part way through, I knew I was dealing with Ukraine. The country has found a voice through your eldest son, Rosemary. Hope to see you back with us soon.ReplyDelete
Another great and thoughtful poem from your son. Yes, nearly a year of war and resistance. I hope all is well with your family and you will be back in the blogosphere soon.ReplyDelete
I send you my thoughts, dear Rosemary, and hope that all will get better in time. BrittaReplyDelete
Very well written.ReplyDelete
Do take care.
Return soon Rosemary and hopefully your family reasons are not major.ReplyDelete
Gosh the poem of your sons is just so well thought out and written, sure sends a message - well done.
Wishing you and yours all the best during this time, Rosemary. Thank you for sharing this poem from your son - nearly a year - so difficult.ReplyDelete
Your son is a truly gifted poet, such stunning words Rosemary. Sending kind thoughts and good wishes, and trust we will see you when you are ready.ReplyDelete
That is lovely and, for some reason :) makes me think of Putin!ReplyDelete
Hello Rosemary, So many difficulties in this world, both personal and in the news. I send my best wishes for you and your family, and hope to see you back again active soon.ReplyDelete
A fine poem. I just read it as that, line by line, not even thinking about the underlying subject until near the end.ReplyDelete
Can we help? Can I help?
Very well written! A thoughtful poem...ReplyDelete
Oh I hope you will be back soon. Take care now Rosemary!
I love the poem, very clever. I hope all is well.ReplyDelete
What a thoughtful and evocative poem, strange and a little disturbing. I hope you will be back soon, Rosemary, and please stay well.ReplyDelete
Dearest Rosemary - Bob and I are thinking of you and hoping all is well with you, J and your lovely family.ReplyDelete
Hope to see you back here very soon - meanwhile sending love and hugs.
First there were computer problems, then the new computer and finally a learning curve for the new software. I had been anxious to catch up with one of my favorite bloggers. The onion poem by your son is cleverly created and I will be sharing it with one of my poet friends. Sending you and your famly my heartfelt thoughts for better times ahead, Rosemary.ReplyDelete