by xxVixxLoughrea, Galway, Ireland
Feb 2012 444 Views 5 comments
A Fitful Gift of Perfume
The flowery scent evaporates swiftly,
Joyfully disperses out of the iridescent flask.
Transparent, azure glass.
Each day as the sun comes out,
Breaking through the morning mists,
With each tiny spray - there is less -
And as it slowly disappears
Something inside me dries out and dies out.
The drunken talk of love, a meaningless affection;
One day the flask will empty
And the spell will vanish.
It’s still half-full. But
The inside storm warns me,
To spill the contents down the marble sink.
Let them travel far,
Further than my heart -
For I’ve had enough of the cursed scent.
Let someone else possess the fitful gift of perfume,
A fitful gift of love.
Joyfully disperses out of the iridescent flask.
Transparent, azure glass.
Each day as the sun comes out,
Breaking through the morning mists,
With each tiny spray - there is less -
And as it slowly disappears
Something inside me dries out and dies out.
The drunken talk of love, a meaningless affection;
One day the flask will empty
And the spell will vanish.
It’s still half-full. But
The inside storm warns me,
To spill the contents down the marble sink.
Let them travel far,
Further than my heart -
For I’ve had enough of the cursed scent.
Let someone else possess the fitful gift of perfume,
A fitful gift of love.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
The Perfume in the poem was a Christmas gift from someone who meant alot to me at the time but things changed over short period of time - ironically, they changed in the same pace as the volume of perfume in the flask.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (5)
With each tiny spray - there is less -
And as it slowly disappears
Something inside me dries out and dies out.
The drunken talk of love, a meaningless affection;
One day the flask will empty
And the spell will vanish.
very well written....elo..
This is a really good allegorical write - emptying the contents of that perfume flask down the sink was definitely a decisive move...
Enjoyed the read.
Bill
I *LOVE* the allegory that the perfume and flask represent.
How I remember those dating days and being gifted with a scent that meant much to the young man. The memory of the broken relationship and how they change so quickly and the wanting to change the scent so that the memory does not linger.
by: xxVixx
It’s still half-full. But
The inside storm warns me,
To spill the contents down the marble sink.
Let them travel far,
Further than my heart -
Hi xxVixx I enjoyed very much your write.... it says so very much
thank-you for sharing,