The Scent of Snow

The Scent of Snow

Peppermint tingles my morning
the Christmas tree fills
the air of the living room
with a forest of needles
the kitchen is cinnamon warm
and gingerbread peopled

But what did the myrrh smell like?

This little poem was a collaboration with the good folks at Charles House during my monthly session there. I read about bunch of Christmas poems including the cryptic The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman by Emily Dickinson and e. e. cummings’ delightful [little tree]. We got talking about the smells we associate with the holiday and that informed our poem.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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6 Responses to The Scent of Snow

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Well done and prompted a research about myrrh. Very informative and causes various interpretations of the last line. Thanks.

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  2. browniepup says:

    Your descriptions of “peppermint tingles” and “cinnamon warm” work very well in this lovely poem. I look forward to being a member of Living Poetry. Lisa Baron

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  3. browniepup says:

    Very meaningful.

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