Odysseys of an Onion Moon
Last night, beneath
the warm June window, she dreamt
the moon was an onion, wedded
to all manner of odds
the full moon onion in cahoots
with the child playing hooky
from the odious class, slipped
under an armpit and hey presto!
feverish clouds appeared
fluffy as a sickbed
the destiny of the demi-moon onion
was a bit more complex
one half of a twin, forgotten
in the rotten cavities of the fridge
she suffered the pain of her sibling
nonetheless. Everyone thinks
they are crying while
slicing flesh & bulb
but really the lunar onions are just
homeless tears waiting
for eyes to take them in
an excellent root-boat
the hollowing quarter moon resents
being a namesake in the Yankee pocket
afloat in the indigo sky, he plies
his cause, dropping leaflets
of protest moonlight, deep
into the sleepless night
as for the much maligned
crescent onion, there is little
to tell except, that in Vienna
the croissant-moon was made
a buttery scape-goat for
the defeated Ottomans
its a popular myth
that the onion-moon disappears
in the dark sky but actually
she has dissolved into honey, a magic
syrup poured into the hoots of barn owls
the throats of bullfrogs, the sore singing
wings of the cicadas. There never seems
to be enough onion-moon
to go around
- Sophia Pandeya 2015
Sophia Pandeya is an Asian-American poet. Her publications include Cactus Heart, Askew Poetry, Bank Heavy Press and Spilled Ink as well as Poetry International, The Adirondack Review, The Daily O, Lantern Journal, Convergence Journal AntiSerious and Full Of Crow. My debut poetry collection, Peripheries, is being published by Cyberhex Press in July.
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