Hello all! I am guest hosting Poetics at d’Verse this week, an honour and a pleasure to be in the company of really fine poets.
Pub will open 3 pm Eastern Standard Time. Come for a brew and write a line or two.
“Today I ask that you write a poem about a smell that takes you to a time when you would just collapse into a safe place especially when the world was getting too rough and tough on you. Close your eyes for a moment, blot out all the sounds and just inhale a memory. Then write your poetry, write a poem that has smell as a safe memory. What’s your comfort smell? Tell me.
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For me, it is the smell of old books that take me to that safe place, standing between the bookshelves of an old library, sitting on the floor of a used book shop, here is where I feel safe, a smell I associate with feeling embraced by warmth and love.”
But today I was moved to write about another smell that makes me feel even safer, please read on.
once upon a time
in a deeply scented story
is this place I call safety
between the salt of the sea
and coconut oil remedy,
my mother’s spices and oils
holds me, safely
back in the days before electricity
we fanned ourselves with leaves
from a very tall coconut tree
while my mother braided my hair tightly
with sweet jasmine flowers between
her saffron tinged fingers, lovingly
a long time ago
in a distant scenery
is this place I recall vividly
if I need to feel safe again
I inhale deeply
and Mama there you are
in the salty sea spray
with coconut oil ready,
sweetest jasmine, saffron musky
you are safety to me
trust your heart if the seas catch fire – e.e. cummings
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