SNIFFY INDULDGES

A Poem by SHEEMA HUQ

a prose about sniiffer dog's sneak tour

Circulating her intrepid nose around the woven cane bowl

of mandarin scented potpourris, situated in the crevice

of the creaky, narrow hallway, she senses a very faint smell

of hardwood varnish from the sitting room door, gently she

slides her eager nostrils along the cedar stained sideboard

onto the parquet floor

where she becomes engrossed

in the smell of glossy coloured prints

of the Sunday press supplements

piled in stacks on two makeshift

magazine racks,

the peculiarly shaped bathroom, still warm

with pungent steamy odours, of fresh mint

fluoride, medicinal mouthwash, shaving

cream, of a heady, range of antiseptic ointments

as she mindfully inhales a lasting gulch of salon

standard hair conditioner, on the side of the bath, followed by the stern pine

stench of bleach toilet cleaner, from the rubber gloves, which combined were,

exceptionally sharp, though whiffs of (in her opinion), an overtly luxurious

perfume and of a child’s vomit, deterred her from indulging further, in to

the laundry basket, and then, an arousing bought of peach scented shower

gel, lingered, from the damp towel, pleasantly overpowering anything foul,

there also persists, a meagre aroma of bergamot oil from the main bedroom’s sea grass rug,

the aubergine bedding, was made undoubtedly in a rush, effusing, the pungency of just a little

too much concentrated spring bouquet, fabric conditioner from the last wash, as she detects,

possibly, a mild camomile balm relaxer, also a fierce bought of a sickly sweet

almond body cream and the residue of hair wax, perhaps.....

the open plan wardrobe yells out, “dry cleaning starch”,

moth repellent, old leather, plus an overarching,

aroma of weather protection spray, (that

was applied earlier on that day), 3 shirts

reek of the ‘original’ clothes conditioner,

treading over the pc wires, which infuse a scent of burning plastics,

coupled with the last dregs of Krishna Leela honey suckle incense,

totally ruined she felt by the crass insensitivities of polishing

with a particularly throat chocking brand of furniture polish,

she traipses down the stairway to catch

a potent whiff of violet pansy air spray,

entering the galley kitchen with an adjacent pantry,

situated by a small patio with a musty conservatory,

she festers over the shoe rack, piled too high, with shoddily arranged footwear,

including plimsolls, wellie boots, sandals, seeking, yet failing, to endeavour a

less than fragrant, mid-afternoon scandal!

the galley pantry smells of none other than

stale confectionaries, of crystallised ginger,

glazed cherries with tangy

lingers of old malt vinegar,

yet the kitchen itself smells less appetising, chemically sterile and blatantly

disappointing, as she routinely grimaces over the carrot and potatoes peels

in the rapidly fermenting, excuse of a recycling bin,

then discovering how this morning’s breakfast binge

comprised of powdered coffee, toasted crumpets, bananas,

while someone forgot to the change the (invisible-enemy)

spoilt brat, tortoise shell, cat’s, disgraceful tray of criminal litter,

though, this wouldn’t deter her from returning as a regular house sitter.

© 2013 SHEEMA HUQ

Author's Note

SNIFFY EMBARKS ON THE INDOOR ADVENTURE OF THE WEEK, AS SHE TAKES
A SNEAKY VISIT INTO TO HER NEXT DOOR NIEGHBOURS HOME, WHILE HER OWNER AND NIEGHBOUR OCCUPY THEMSELVES, GOSSIPING...... feedback would be most welcome, thanks

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Sami Khalil

I love how you go into minute details of canine and sniffing and you could mean it as people sniffing their neighbors problems so they can talk about it and put them down or people who are nosy and interfere in others affairs all the time...Brilliant...:)