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7.19.2005

Life's Pattern

In a corner of my garden... once overgrown profusion of green:
spade-shaped leaves, an ivy guarded by thorns.

I never walked too close, afraid
of tendrils capturing my ankle,
dragging me into itself –
then, never free, lost in that barbed lattice.

Strange plant.
On occasion, and only at night,
it burst into bloom.

Waxy, white petals,
surrounding a flower cup,
gleaming in the dark.

Each floral chalice
holding drops of fluid,
heavy with unbearably sweet, hot scent.

For a season, this plant tangled around my heart.
And then, within life’s pattern,
died back.

I work in my garden,
potting and pulling spent flowers off vines.
Glancing at times
to where that plant thrived.

Nothing grew there.
Until today.
Today's fragrance: Chris Sheldrake's magic in Serge Lutens' Datura Noir. The fragrance's garden of notes includes chinese osmanthus, heliotrope, mandarin, lemon flower and tuberose. Vanilla is almost instantly evident, with a lighter touch of coconut oil; on me, the apricot doesn't show. Myrrh, bitter almond, tonka bean and musk ground it, making it the preferable female, rather than girlishly feminine, scent.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Datura Noir is a big blooming fragrance. I could love it minus the strong vanillic influence, but I'm sure you smell divine in it Ms M!

Is this your own poem?

Lovely.

~clearing

8:51 AM

 
Blogger cjblue said...

Did you write this? So evocative - I can feel the balmy night air and smell the heavy floral. I love it. Thank you for sharing.

12:26 PM

 
Blogger ParisLondres said...

Thanks for this dear M!
You write so well.

xoxo

12:57 PM

 
Blogger Kyahgirl said...

Don't take this the wrong way but your poem makes me want to visit your garden at night and just breathe!

1:13 PM

 
Blogger Tan Lucy Pez said...

Lovely!

2:31 PM

 
Blogger Annieytown said...

Lovely writing and a lovely fragrance! A perfect combination!

4:52 PM

 
Blogger Tom & Icy said...

Like getting petted with words. Reminds me of our yard where strange things grow in the corners where I poop -- Icy

6:31 PM

 
Blogger mireille said...

oh dear, dear icy. xoxoxo

6:39 PM

 
Anonymous Laura said...

Beautiful, M.

3:02 AM

 

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