I am not a poet and am far more comfortable in the world of prose. I do think, nevertheless, it's good for me to wax poetic every so often - good for my writing skills and good for my desire to ignore occasionally the rules of grammar.
So I offer my response to the challenge and ask that you be kind but also be critical, please. It's how I grow.
white onion, one, finely chopped,
arborio rice, with onion mixed,
for a minute, or two,
into previously heated broth
simmering broth, onto rice,
with repeated absorbent stirring
rice grains, al dente, with butter,
portobello, crimini, perhaps porcini
creamy, rich, fragrant, golden -
with parmigiano shavings,