My high school sweetheart and I broke up over the summer due to the vicissitudes of young romance but my college roommate’s girlfriend would sent him love letters on scented paper. Envious, I’d sneak a sniff when he was out and imagine the fragrance of my next beloved.
One Saturday his girlfriend came to visit and my sense of smell was assaulted by her perfume, each waft eroding my defense, until with watery eyes, I gallantly yielded the room to the flowery stench of their love.
(for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt and Living Poetry’s Monday Poetry Prompt.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
flagrant fragrant scene
scent a worthy vicissitude
of two libidos
~
Cheers Bart
DD
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Thanks for turning my prose poem into a haibun, DD!
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
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ugh. No more roses, please! (Grazie, Luisa)
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😉
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Aye – scent is a powerful thing – stirring us up in all kinds of ways…
https://theorkneynews.scot/2022/02/26/when-suits-were-for-best/
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It’s the sense with the most direct connection to memory.
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