hello one and all at #dverse tonight I have reworked an old poem from back when I could manage to grow onions for the pickling jars. time does not allow these days.
PEELED AND PICKLED.
Tears peel from my eyes,
As I strip the onions,
Out of their papery, papery skins,
Birds eye chillies sneaking inn,
Ready for salty, salty bath time,
Prepped for the,
Dark malty vinegar,
Before hiding in the cool,
Darkness of the potting shed,
Three months until edible treats,
Until served with cheese ploughman’s,
Pickled onions BOMB my taste buds,
To the twang of the cheese.
© rog leach 24/2/2020
reworked 01/08/2023
perspective poetry 
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