‘Gardenia,’ she sighed
With such pleasurable relish
That we bought the perfume she described.
I still wear it 10 years on
Gardenia in the cool shade of morning
On my grandmother’s high verandah
Planes shimmering by in the hot blue sky
that lovely scent, mingling with the frangipani below
I spy the handsome dark-green leaves and white flowers
In unromantic IKEA
That smell reminds me of my nana
Me too – of mine
We got home and she’d sent a letter
Describing a spider in the garden to her great-grandson
Exactly the sort of story he loves
And the fragrance of gardenia on our tiny terrasse
I’m doing National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge was to write a flower poem.
Wonderful poem, I loved the second verse, it was a pleasure to imagine it. Most of the times, what we so love about flowers is their vibrant colors or the structure of their petals and leaves, we often forget the speciality of their fragrance and how it can imprint memories withing us that will last forever. I love that your poem focuses on that.
What a lovely comment, thank-you x