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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Well done and prompted a research about myrrh. Very informative and causes various interpretations of the last line. Thanks.
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I hope this also prompts a poem of your own.
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It may…
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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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We’re happy to have you in LP. I can’t take credit for those phrases. They came from the some of the Charles House clients.
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Very meaningful.
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