Gardenia four ways



‘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.


  1. 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.

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