Petrichor
- scent of rain on dry earth
My ode to petrichor (n) - Greek origin - the scent of rain on dry earth.
Mornings smell different,
especially after rain.
Dew cleaned ginnels and sorry patches of grass by front doors gleam, refreshed.
Night’s silence scents the air still,
lingers.
Rise early
submit to a silence
feel it fill you with space—
a vessel to fill with yourself.
By day, rain hurries people
into houses, offices, shops.
Like night, rain cleanses,
silence enters,
that impromptu visitor—
rain silence,
soaks through silt
releasing history to those
who emerge first,
those who waited under a bus-shelter, an oak tree,
those who swept puddles with their feet and saluted the onslaught.
That soily dampy rooty muddy meat of earth releases
my grandmother’s sweat as she dug soil to plant food,
my grandfather’s fear as he dug trenches while men cried and bled,
my mother’s tears when a man broke her heart,
my father’s guilt.
Every laugh that gushed from parted lips sits within our soil,
tears of incandescent love
when my child was born,
soft, delicate
like moulded jelly.
The scent of rain on earth—
I am fresh cut jasmine,
good blood, bad blood,
history, silence, space—
makes me feel
pristine
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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Comments (3)
This really is beautiful, it evokes a sense of rootedness.
Oh my, this is so very beautiful. I think I ended up with nearly 10 favorite lines by the time I finished reading. Your palpable imagery and rhythm just pump blood into this, and the feeling of being regenerated is what a reader is left with. What a special piece!
Whoaaaa, I love how you weaved all those emotions into this poem! Amazing work!