I’ve written many perfumed poems, including my favourite A Smelly Poem and I don’t want to re-cover old ground, so here are a couple of little senryu for Grace’s prompt at dVerse, to drizzle our poems with scents. I’m sure there will be some great perfumed poems there, so do pop over for a read.
Anyone who scents
bacon frying out of doors
yearns to eat it now.
sniffed when passing by ─
The bartenders at the dVerse poets’ pub are having a couple of weeks
off, and I am flying over to UK tomorrow for a week in Northumberland with daughter Sally. I may be laptop-less, so don’t be alarmed if you don’t see me here for a while.