Sorry for the long delay! Work is a nasty time-eater :( Today's challenge is 'smell'. Enjoy!
lost
her grandmother had a
powdery florally scent that
though dulled
was still there behind the
musty fleshy earthy
damp of death
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Daily Challenge: Smell
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The Bookshop on Otago Street
The bookshop on
Otago Street reeks of
must and dust and it's cold.
It hits the back of your throat as
you push through its swing doors.
Sometimes the
owner nods to me but his
cat never stirs. I asked
him once if she was stuffed but the
guy never answered me.
He's not what
you'd call a people person and
I doubt if it would
bother him very much if no
one ever bought a thing.
The books are
stacked on the floor and piled on
the top of bookcases.
It's the loneliest place I know
but I keep going back.
Scent of memory
Strange how the smell of ripe mango
Transports me to childhood moments in tropical Natal,*
Sucking sticky sweet fingers in a sun-rippled pool.
I can almost feel the stringy fibres, stuck between my teeth;
The tickle of the stray yellow liquid
As it dances down my cheek.
Forgot to explain the asterisk.
*Natal, now known as KwaZulu-Natal, is a province on the east coast of South Africa with sub-tropical weather and an abundance of mangoes.
Very nice!! Extremely evocative, especially as mangoes are a fruit I miss in London (British mango is nowhere near as good as Australian mango!).
Jim - I love the structure you've used!
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