8th Oct 2019
Carrying on with the poem a day through October.
Today's prompt is "scent".
Grass
Carrying on with the poem a day through October.
Today's prompt is "scent".
Grass
Early May
morning,
Soft new- mown downs spongy underfoot,
Shafts of yellow dancing on sea,
Cotton wool clouds dotted in blue expanse,
Slight breeze, adds salty mist
To grassy reminiscences:
I wake up in Irish cottage,
Snuggled warm in summer’s embrace,
Beside my grandmother.
Delicate, sweet smell of grass
Wafts through open window
From fields with cowpats freshly planted,
Mixes with body odour , of her-
I breathe in the perfume of a new promise,
A familiar narcotic of nurture,
Dreamlike – security, history, joy
Soft new- mown downs spongy underfoot,
Shafts of yellow dancing on sea,
Cotton wool clouds dotted in blue expanse,
Slight breeze, adds salty mist
To grassy reminiscences:
I wake up in Irish cottage,
Snuggled warm in summer’s embrace,
Beside my grandmother.
Delicate, sweet smell of grass
Wafts through open window
From fields with cowpats freshly planted,
Mixes with body odour , of her-
I breathe in the perfume of a new promise,
A familiar narcotic of nurture,
Dreamlike – security, history, joy
I enjoyed this...very heartfelt and real.
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DeleteThere is a such a feeling of healing just reading your poem. Favorite line: "a familiar narcotic of nurture" so wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jade. My grandmother always made me feel better about life.
DeleteInteresting you use the word "healing" .
Scents to make you feel loved and cared for. Well done!
ReplyDeleteIt's funny with smells. They really spark memories with me.
DeleteThank you. Scents ans smells always take me to people and places.
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