The Vial of Scent - 8 Words
In the dank night, windows ajar,
I look across at unshuttered rooms,
And see my neighbor quite by happenstance.
Her curtain flutters in the buoyant air.
I see her at her mirror hold a vial of scent—
Perchance I’ll see her daub a bit behind one ear,
The fragrance wafting through the courtyard
On the humid breeze, like a hushed voice
Praying out of sight. Ah, the tenacious folly
Of hope, to catch the last whispers of romance!
February 13, 2019
Note: This poem was written for John Hamilton's "Eight Word Poem Challenge - Bardenesque" contest. The eight words to be used were: wafting, daub, whispers, dank, flutters, perchance, folly, and happenstance. The requested form was free verse; the length: 10 to 40 lines; the subject, "a romantic encounter".
Copyright © J P Marmaro | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment