There and Therefore

This is what I am going to read on Friday-for the reading competition. We always say, as long as you participate, you will never win.

Yet I still love this poem. I read her selected poems last Winter and I was completely amazed by how people could write things in such a similar way.

I will never give my valentine an onion, or whatever. It is indeed, lethal.

Valantine-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.