The aroma of a single red rose,
Received on her very first date,
Pressed in between the pages of her favourite book,
The scent escapes into the air as she opens the page to liberate.
***
The heated leather molecules captured in his car,
As he drives her to the lookout on a starry night,
The scent moulding around their bodies,
As they make out in the backseat in pure delight.
***
The scented bubble bath bathing her skin,
As she luxuriates before dressing just for him,
As he escorts her to a dazzling ball,
Dancing within a cloud of her perfume in which she swims.
***
The glorious fragrance of a field of wildflowers,
As he bends his knee and asks for her hand,
The warming smell of her wedding bouquet,
As she waltzes the aisle to make him her man.
***
The faint aroma of his empty pillow,
Laying beside her, smothering her in all his glory,
Reminders of his peaceful face,
As he slumbers beside her as part of her story.
***
The aroma of her first home cooked meal,
As he walks in the door from a hard day’s work,
She hands him a fragrant glass of ale,
As she dances past him in an alluring mini skirt.
***
The innocent smell of their love child’s freshly bathed hair,
The epic atoms of love’s perfect blessing,
As his mini me now calls her mum,
The very definition of love expressing.
***
The faintest of scents in his greying hair,
As he holds her aged body close to his side,
She lifts her lips for a last kiss goodbye,
And smiles as she leaves this world as she quietly died.
***
Now he wanders his final years all alone,
With only his favourite scents to lessen his grief,
The forgotten rose pressed in between the pages,
Of whose scent reminds him of his greatest love,
Allowing him to live out his last years in loving relief.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
Oh this is for the sensational challenge! I felt everything in this poem! So lovely and wonderful!
Beautiful & sweet, sense memories exactly as we hope they should be for everyone. This makes me think of "Where the Crawdads Sing" as he discovers the shell necklace, answering once & for all for him whether she had killed her abuser or not. The answer to a question he never asked, endearing her all the more to him.
Beautiful absolutely beautiful!!!💖💖💕
Oh this is a glorious piece ❤️😉💯