Onion as vehicle for poetry

Watching four hours of old Shrek movies might not have been the greatest brain-food, but I enjoyed it at the time.
Last night, I dreamed that my car required onions for the brakes to work, and when I was down to my last half-onion, someone gave me a basket full of them from the farmer’s market.
The dream reminded me of Pablo Neruda’s Oda a la Cebolla, and I was compelled to begin my own translation during breakfast. It took longer than expected when I decided to delve into the references to alchemy and mythology.
As often happens after a meal, onions persisted for the rest of the day in my curiosity and creative imagination.

Through dreams to poems
mental alchemy transforms
mere cartoon onions