I would say that
Gardening is meant to
Feed the soul
But have you seen
The price of onions?
Rich in metaphors. Rich in onions.
You would think that I couldn’t find multiple ways to use onions as metaphors. You would be wrong.
For more metaphorical and practical plants, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
There are old stories
About creatures and people who take on fur
And take it off
Skins slick and dense,
Easily worn,
Easily shed.
There’s something uncomfortable about a pig
In the way that its skin is fully displayed
Impossible to hide with fine thin hairs
The birthmarks and blemishes and signs of scars
Or age.
Skin is a map we try to cover
And pigs lay out their routes boldly
Lives too unobscured for fairytales.
A story is as much what isn’t said as what is
What tales hide and what they reveal is always a point of fascination.
For more skins, obscured and unobscured, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
I am allergic to raspberries.
For years, I did not understand this.
I thought that people enjoyed their bitter flavour,
The way they made mouths tingle and swell.
I thought it was normal to cringe as the succulent bubbles popped
And more of that sweet-bitter poison traced its way down my throat.
We could grow few other fruit,
But we could grow raspberries.
Thousand of raspberries in drinks,
In desserts,
In the half-rotten smell of their unpicked fruit,
Baked in the summer’s heat.
No-one could understand why I did not like them,
And so I determined the problem was me,
And the strange flavours only my mouth could find.
I am allergic to raspberries,
And I no longer have to try to find-
The sweet in the bitter.
Beautiful and bitter
It is hard to walk out of step with the world.
For more differences of taste, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 