Vintage GardeniaA Poem by JoolsStory within a poemThe 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.
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