Scarborough Fair My Garden Lair

Photos by Jilly

Parsley
O!  Joyous balm with thy sweet girlish fluttering ways
Tumm-aliscious, halitosis forgiveness, rabbitity garden-raiding antidote
French lace tingle on my tongue, fill my rose-alie nose with airy tang.

Sage
My mushroomy corduroy leafed friend all sausage-y,
Turkey thanksgivingful, inviting all earthyfairies with thy emanating savor-flavor.

Rosemary
Sticky-pine woodsy, he accosts and clings, persistently nocturnal
Permeates with essence of maleness.

Thyme
Lemon wafts, rolls past, wraps around
My ankles with tendrils and tiny leaves you wanting more
Pulls you in, pours
Your tea, “Have a scone! Talk with me!”

© Jilly’s 2016

You are cordially invited to a smell-a-vistic experience at dVerse Poet’s Pub!

What does Fear Smell like to a Dog of War?

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