I love walking into the perfume aisles in airports; all the bottles lined up neatly, and smells wafting... I thought I could write a lovely poem about the bustle and contest between the scents.
Drifting and swaying, a pen across paper
Curving lines and splashes of colour
Blots of ink, and smears of pastel paints
A smooth curlicue of deep indigo ink
Perfumes mingling with the smell of the people.
A hint of hibiscus, a dash of cedarwood
The merest suggestion of lemon peel,
And the sweet power of the ginger root.
The silhouettes of dark curtains, the slow
Waft of a summer breeze. A rose that
Blooms only on a hot, sultry night.
And a garden filled with flowers.
A crystalline heart, brimming with crimson
Beside an etched oval, bearing a drop of lime oils.
The simple oblong bottle, displaying a golden symbol
With a clear, lazy liquid residing within.
These seemingly uncaring, unfeeling glass jars
Although ordinary and inanimate,
Each has a journey to take you on.
Happy New Year, all my lovely readers! I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up-to-date with all my promised posts. The festive season was really kicking in, so I didn't do much this December. But I will make it my New Years Resolution to not forget about my blog.
Thank-you for reading lots over the course of the last 4 months, and I hope you will continue to visit my blog in 2015. I will spend more time on completing my stories for now, but I'm not great at finishing things! Once more, thank-you for giving up your time to read my work. It means a lot to me.
New Year
The balloons come out, the fireworks pop,
Our new year celebrations can hardly stop.
With confetti and canapes, dancing and singing -
Then finally at midnight the church bells start ringing.
More shouts and yells, and peals of laughter
It's 2015, and the morning after
January the 1st, of the year that will be the best
But go to bed early, make sure you get rest!!
