The poetry of onions is in part, the fact that they belong to the same family as lilies. Somehow she had always drawn an odd sense of comfort from this fact. ‘Liliacae’, she would mutter under her breath. A mantra that meant to her, quite simply: More things are related to each other than you or I suspect.

One response to “Onions

  • Sheetal

    Precisely. There must be a relation here that has gone unsuspected, but that is the poetry of onions for me. I can never see one without thinking of lilies.
    Just stumbled on your blog and then decided to start at the very beginning.

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