Her perfume

a poem for Helena's Blue Rose Cafe contest

As

her exhilarating perfume melts

twilights sharp contrasts hang, splendid

soul seekers presence

transcending

oblivions lurid pulse.

Seldom have purer plights ended

‘gainst separations harsh glass hungry pressed

yearning freedom of the sky, serene

where hearts fly in,

merciful release.

Copyright Rikkevi Rue

all rights reserved

Author's Note

all reviews welcome

Reviews

[BlackRose]

Just beautiful! Sweet aroma fill the senses as one can gleefully get lost in it.

[Rikkevi Rue]

and often does! haha. Thank you for your kind words!

[Poetic Justice]

the title alone sets a scene, the sense of smell so often forgotten but it has such an ability to arouse memories, feelings, passions..as does this poem..

[Rikkevi Rue]

thank you friend. It was more just snatches than a real poem, but I was learning about some form of poem that I don't remember now! haha. But the memories accessed writing the poem were poignant and bitter sweet so perhaps some of that bled through!

[captain]

a stunning piece!

[Helen Crutchett]

Absolutely beautiful. I enjoyed this fanatastic take on the 'ten' contest. Thank you so much for submitting this.