For Love of Lavender

Written for:  Poetics Aside April 2018 PAD Challenge – Day 7
Write a senses poem.  That is, write a poem that uses one or more of your senses.

She misses perfume of lavender
where fields grew wild, and honey was sold.
Through rows she meandered.

Dabs on oil from lavender rendered,
a drop precious as liquid gold.
She misses the perfume of lavender.

Bunches upside down to dry, with touch ever tender.
A gift of lavender soap she found was a color to behold.
Through rows she meandered.

To a cool scent sprayed in summer, she surrendered.
Soaks in a bubblebath when nerves fray out of control,
she misses the perfume of lavender.

In her closet hangs a pomander–
reminder of Victorian days of old.
Through rows she meandered.

Spring will come; her yard in splendor
with potted plants of lavender, beauty she extols.
She misses the perfume of lavender.
Through rows she meandered.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to For Love of Lavender

  1. seeking memories
    sun kisses purple bud
    wrinkles vanish

    Hope you are doing well.
    Lavender is my pick me up on any day no matter how old and grey.


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