Fragrance of exotic woods
hinted of our evening
at the counter of worldly spice
His dark good looks captivated me
mystery wafted from his uniform
He was lost in a sea of thought
I dwarfed him in stature
He asked for my hand...
"Would you try this on, for me?"
I dabbed the exotic perfume on my
My heart danced n' leaped
I was transported to
enchanted fairy woodland
He asked me if he may sniff my wrist
he leaned in
we were surrounded by
violets, roses and cedar
He said, "Yes this is it"
the smell of Violets in the rain
He asked me my name
His beautiful smile lingers
in Lieu de Reves(Place of Dreams)
We married- he went to war
Intrigue perfumed our lives
we danced the first night we met
under the winking moonlit sky
along the shops of Champ-Elysees
me swaying like a Lily
in the valley of his arms
I wear our past on my wrist
when I miss him
remembering our high notes
my green heart grew vast
despite my thorny past
I remember the night we created our
We named her Violet
© Ellen Wilson
This was a prompt over in the Garden offered by Kim. We were asked to write a poem about the color Violet. I started a different poem, but some how ended up on this path...
Hope Mother's Day was wonderful and your memories remind you of cherished days!