At 6 p.m.: The Scent of Onions, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

Seriously, she considered murder by food,
sausage, potatoes, and Boston Cream Pie
Gleeful, she stuffed his arteries with salami,
used suet in pasties and plum puddings,
sought quietus from onions fried in bacon fat
Strategizing slow-death by Swiss fondue,
she dreamed of being single while sharing
broccoli trees with the toddler on her knee

© 2012, poem, Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved


WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT

When people can’t speak-up and speak-out, they can give “voice” to their frustrations in odd ways.  What kinds of strange rebellions have you observed? Tell us about that experience in poem or prose.  If you feel comfortable, share the link to your work in comments section below or, if the piece is short enough, share the piece itself.  Responses will be featured here next Tuesday.


“In politics being deceived is no excuse.” Leszak Kolakowski

Recommended read: On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century by Timothy Snyder. Left, right or center – American or not – it’s a must read for our chaotic times … and not just the list of lessons but Prof. Snyder’s commentary on each. This book is a rational enlightening little gem and a powerful wake-up call.

Lesson Three: Beware the One Party State. “The parties that remade states and suppressed rivals were not omnipotent rom the start.  They exploited a historic moment to make political life impossible for their opponents. So support the multiparty system and defend the rules of democratic elections  Vote in local and state elections while you can.  Consider running for office.”

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3 thoughts on “At 6 p.m.: The Scent of Onions, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

  1. Hello Jamie. Hope all is well with you.

    Here is my response this week.

    . softly speaking .
    Posted on December 4, 2014
    no need to talk, there is no one here.

    no need to shout, we have no anger.

    those were the early days, younger,

    filled with grit and useless sentiments.

    now we mindfully watch, envy old fabrics,

    hear the sounds of another time, know

    this is entertainment, a soothing way

    to live now.

    she said i looked sad,

    perhaps i am.

    i have a sense of wellbeing.

    sbm.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Here’s my contribution Jamie:

    Not good

    wi words
    she hugs him.
    He shrugs her off.

    She shows him
    a lot of thigh
    and her breasts.

    “tha boring”
    she tells him
    leanin’
    strokin’ his leg.

    “Got thee ‘ed
    in chuffin books
    all the bleeding time.”

    “‘Ow do I look?”
    she says.

    He shrugs.

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