are big and bulbous, sour and cursed
They flit about you as you chop
They make you cry. They make you sob!
And me? My gift is underused…
…giving flavour to French stews
So please do not mistake me
for the one thing I am not
I’m not the Onion Fairy
I’M THE LADY OF SHALLOT!
Poem ©2016 Jo Dearden
Image ©2016 Chris Riddell