The fresh scent of lawn anywhere
Can sometimes take me there
Magnolia wafting on morning breeze
Even if I cannot see the trees
Yes, sometimes a hint of sweat
Remembrances of you beget
The mourning in memory spurred
When into earth you were interred
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #158: Morning Has Broken
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics: A World of Common Scents
Yesterday on Quadrille Monday Linda Lee invites to put our best morning forward in a quadrille.
A Quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “morning” in your poem.
Today dVerse guest host Jo invites us to A World of Common Scents and challenges us to write a poem of scents.
Linda’s “morning has broken” struck at Melpomene who cruelly reminds pleasant scents do not always pleasant memories make.
This is absolutely beautiful! I so love magnolia wafting on morning breeze 😍😍
Thank you, Sanaa.
Stunning denouement…the first few lines were gorgeously crafted, but the way you went…really very good..
I love the scent of magnolia. The sadness of the ending lines gave this poem a twist.
The scent of magnolia without seeing the trees is similar to when I smelled that rose before I saw it. It’s such a pleasant surprise. The scent of a lost love can trigger such strong emotions.
So very true, Lisa. Thank you.
Yes.. like Grace said, we are carried along on the Magnolia Breeze and then sadly to the funeral. It’s a bitter sweet journey. Thank you!
Thank you, Jo!
This is a wonderful combination of the two prompts, and I love morning scent – I have opened the windows this morning to let it in! No magnolia at this time of year, and in the current unusual heat, but the woody notes of trees are there. The phrase ‘mourning in memory’ is so poignant.
Thank you, Kim.
The progression to that twist of sadness is clever and intriguing.
I love the combination of prompts… scents are strong in the morning… bringing on mourning… love ir
I was definitely not expecting that ending, and I have so many thoughts – not the least of which is how deeply intertwined smell and memory are. And yes, the morning / mourning wordplay is beautifully crafted here.
And it’s totally a Raivenne move, taking something like a Quadrille which has no (ok, maybe one) rule about structure, and you bring such essence and craft to your work. I stand in awe.
* curtsies * Thank you, Lainie.
The last line really brought home how scents permeate our memories. Beautiful and moving.
Love the fragrance of GLV after a fresh cutting. The end here was sad, so sorry.
Thank you, Rob.