Onion Soup Autumn fills the kitchen – golden onions and Ma’s copper kettle warm the dimming light. Chopping onions makes me cry, she says, but I know other reasons. Soon the savory aroma deepens. Carmelized onions turn the broth a beefy brown. She adds thyme, a splash of apple cider, starts the slow simmer. Our noses feast long before our tongues. The memory makes my eyes water. Alarie Tennille This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge. Alarie Tennille was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and graduated from the University of Virginia in the first class admitting women. She became fascinated by fine art at an early age, even though she had to go to the World Book Encyclopedia to find it. Today she visits museums everywhere she travels and spends time at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri, where her husband is a volunteer guide. Alarie’s poetry book, Running Counterclockwise, contains many ekphrastic poems. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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Sylvia Vaughn
1/18/2017 02:23:00 pm
Love Lines 2 & 3, Stanza I. Interesting juxtaposition of images and temperature that so well captures the artwork! Nicely done, Alarie!
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Robert Miner
12/4/2021 12:22:20 pm
This is lovely - so vivid.
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