5d
To irritate some cilia,
Or stimulate a bulb.
To put us off our lunch,
Or flood us in recall.
To open up our senses,
Or open up our lungs.
The scent of painting summer fences,
Or of distant, wafting dung.
A power so very potent
That it’s often overlooked.
To bring a tear, or tug a string,
Who knew scent was all it took?
A gentle, silken scent cloud
Could be all a tired heart needs.
A sweet and subtle aroma
Could be what stops that fatal bleed.
A fragrance most sickly
Could throw us into fear and despair.
But it’s hard to think of sickly things,
With vanilla on the air.
Or stimulate a bulb.
To put us off our lunch,
Or flood us in recall.
To open up our senses,
Or open up our lungs.
The scent of painting summer fences,
Or of distant, wafting dung.
A power so very potent
That it’s often overlooked.
To bring a tear, or tug a string,
Who knew scent was all it took?
A gentle, silken scent cloud
Could be all a tired heart needs.
A sweet and subtle aroma
Could be what stops that fatal bleed.
A fragrance most sickly
Could throw us into fear and despair.
But it’s hard to think of sickly things,
With vanilla on the air.
In week 6 there were two again. The last one, “Universe”, and this one, “A Fragrance”. It amused me very much to have those two things come up together, but I didn’t explore that in either. So they’re independent works. Not as happy with this one as the other.
