Scent of a memory

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Clad in your tatty old sweater
embraced in your woody, spicy fragrance
perched precariously on the crescent moon of past
I balance the glass of golden fire on my palm
bringing memories of oaky, peaty, smoky muskiness on your breath
I inhale sharply
the wispy whiff that wafts in
burns my throat with remembered bittersweetness
I taste the sweetness of brackish tears on my lips
my heart is awash with sharp, tingly feel
I can smell warm, sticky blood.

Written for dVerse poetics. Our guest host today, Jo aka Worms, has asked us to write a poem of scents.

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69 thoughts on “Scent of a memory

  1. That is sharp sensory recollection: bringing memories of oaky, peaty, smoky muskiness on your breath. The warm sticky blood makes this a bittersweet bloody ending.

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  2. A powerful memory poem, Punam, enriched with scents. It’s amazing how the smell of a ‘tatty old sweater’ conjures up the wearer! I love the line:
    ‘perched precariously on the crescent moon of past’
    and the alliterative ‘wispy whiff that wafts in’ like a cool breeze. The warm, sticky blood is ominous.

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      1. I wouldn’t have described it as incongruous. In fact, following on from ‘heart’ it’s quite congruous. It’s just totally surprising and unnerving, which is good!

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  3. Scents remain to help bring memories. I imagine you are keeping her things.
    I am sad sorry for your loss. We are not supposed to outlive.
    ..

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