It comes to me
through autumn smoke,
the burning of damp leaves,
that pricks the eyes
and chokes the breath,
the funeral pall of summer’s death:
a hint of you drifts through the trees,
teasing on the goose-bump breeze,
the scent of Coty powder on your face,
always just a trace
of you in me.
Kim M. Russell, 18th July 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Perfume
This midweek, Sanaa, the newest staff member of Poets United, is guest host with an aromatic motif. She brings us quotations from Marian Bendeth and Jean Claude Ellena, as well as delicately beautiful poems by Charmaine Chircop and Andrea Dietrich, as inspiration to write new poems about perfume.
Sanaa says the mere word brings to mind a thousand different things, as it’s steeped in romance, culture and history worldwide: perfume is thousands of years old, with evidence of the first perfumes dating back to Ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia and Cyprus. The English word “perfume” comes from the Latin per fume, meaning ‘through smoke’.
Some scents remind me of my mother, whose birthday it would have been on 5th Jul,y and who loved autumn as much as I do.