Vintage Gardenia

Vintage Gardenia

A Poem by Jools
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Story within a poem

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The waft of

Gardenia floated in the air

Memories of times gone by

Opulent, heady

With an elegant flair

 


Memories of grandmother’s laundry room

The smell so familiar

So beautiful in bloom

 


An air of mystery never been solved

Through third generation

Would now unfold

 

The waft of gardenia hides the roots

Of the straggling cuticle

From the seeds that

Bore fruit.

 

Deep underground

A mystery near found

 The scent of vintage gardenia

Does surround

 

 

Covering the dark truth

Of Gran Ma Ruth

 

Without restraint

Using orange spray paint

A child does play

An artist in sway

 

His creation

Upon the garden wall

Stands so bright and tall

 

He stands on soil of dark secrets

Reaching up

Through roots of

Gardenia

And Yellow buttercups

 

His mother beckons him to come inside

Both innocent to what does hide.

 

For over fifty years lays a body beneath the soil

Bearing fruit through tears

And pain through fears.

 

Till this day no one does know

Living through each and every

Plant that grows

 

 

 

This night the mystery shall unfold

Emerging from roots of vintage gardenia

 

The smell can no longer hide

The dark secrets

Grandmother never did confide?

 

 All seems content

Within the last precious moments

Of that illusive sent

 

Before all will be hosed

This garden Secret

Will be exposed.

 

But until then

The child plays I spy

And runs to the smell of peach pie.

 

 

 


© 2011 Jools


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The waft of Gardenia, elegant flair. Memories of grandmother's laundry in bloom. An air of mystery, now unfolds. Gardenia hides the fruit. Deep underground.....surrounded. Without restraint, artist sway. Creation-bright and tall. Standing on dark secrets of yellow buttercups. Mother beckons......what is hid? A body hidden beneath the soil, pain, fear and tears. ............Oh! the secret will unfold but for now the child plays in the garden over what is hid. Excellent, wow!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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how the images in this poetic tale tell a mesmerizing story , captivating rhythm and pace

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thank you to Eclipsing Moon-blood for your review, I agree the font was too small.
I have changed it.

Thank you Neva Flores for your review.
Kind regards to you both
Jools

Posted 13 Years Ago


A beautiful beginning and then the hidden secrets are unearthed..who would have known...very good.....make the font a little larger?

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The waft of Gardenia, elegant flair. Memories of grandmother's laundry in bloom. An air of mystery, now unfolds. Gardenia hides the fruit. Deep underground.....surrounded. Without restraint, artist sway. Creation-bright and tall. Standing on dark secrets of yellow buttercups. Mother beckons......what is hid? A body hidden beneath the soil, pain, fear and tears. ............Oh! the secret will unfold but for now the child plays in the garden over what is hid. Excellent, wow!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thank you Kim
J xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow makes one ponder a bit, but also so lovely!
Such a wonderful write.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 13, 2011
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Jools
Jools

London, England, United Kingdom



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