I love walking into the perfume aisles in airports; all the bottles lined up neatly, and smellswafting... 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.
NewYear
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!!
The merest suggestion of lemon peel, 