A couple of days ago, while perusing my BBC app for world news, a story by Jeremy Bowen held the intriguing title quote, ‘You can smell war here.’ What a coincidence that our Poetics prompt, compliments of our bartender, Grace, is to write about scent and smell. It gives me a wonderful opportunity to explore that quote.
What does Fear
Smell like to
A Dog of
War?
Of Acrid
Burnt Butter
Too long in
The fry pan?
Sweat and Tears
Broken Yolk
Yellowing
Burnt Toast Crumbs
Singed Smoke Black?
Or Reek Red
Blood Orange
Juiced, Squeezed to
Pith, Seeds, Pulp?
© Jilly’s 2016
