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The other morning I stepped outside to let the dog out and was hit with the scent of freshly-fallen snow. Crisp and clean, vanilla and peppermint, fresh linen and ice. That smell kind of made my holidays complete, we didn’t have a white Christmas this year and I had been missing that favorite fragrance. I’d already been savoring the other aromas of Christmas, pine and spruce, sugar cookies, cloved oranges, paperwhite narcissus, and I couldn’t help but smile at this new addition.
And then I started thinking about how to describe it. Of course, if you’ve experienced it, then you know, but what if you’ve never opened a door to a world of white and a nose full of winter’s perfume? It’s almost impossible to describe a smell without using other smells as descriptors, isn’t it? (I won’t pose that as today’s challenge, although it might be fun to try.)
They say that smell is the sense linked closest to memory, and I’d have to say I agree. My maternal grandmother died when I was fairly young, but almost all my memories of her involve smell: the best molasses cookies ever, the starch she used on her nursing hats, and the wintergreen lotion she’d pay us 25 cents for if we’d rub some on her tired nurse feet. Even now, 45 years later, I can’t smell wintergreen without thinking of her happy sighs and calloused toes.
So for today’s Poetics, let’s write about scent, or, more specifically, let’s write a poem about a memory evoked by scent.
Here is an example by Hugo Williams that I like:
Timer
The smell of ammonia in the entrance hall.
The racing bike.
The junk mail.
The timer switch whose single naked bulb
allowed us as far as the first floor.
The backs of your legs
as you went ahead of me up the stairs.
The landing where we paused for breath
and impatient key searching.
The locks which would never open quickly enough
to let us in.
The green of the paintwork we slid down
as if we had nowhere else to go.
~Hugo Williams
Looking forward to seeing (and smelling) what you come up with!
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Oh what a wonderful prompt… We are soon boarding and I will be back.
Safe travels Bjorn and see you soon ~
Thanks, Bjorn, Happy New Year to you!
Safe travels and safe return!
Still in waiting… 😉
Welcome everyone! Happy New Year, it’s cold and snowy here just now, but I am excited to be here hosting the first Poetics of the year!
Biting cold here, below O Kelly ~ Thanks for the first hosting of Poetics for 2016~ Looking forward to reading poems in a bit ~
Oof, you have it much colder than we do… hope that soup keeps you nice and warm 😉
Not as good as my mom or grandmas but it will do 🙂
😊
Thanks for hosting, Kelly! Great topic, and thanks for stopping by to visit me! What a great way to begin the new year!
Happy New Year to you!
Happy new year to you! Thank you for hosting. Smells truly do reach into the heart of us and pull out the past. I may write another poem about a teenage memory that is still with me. I learned in past anthropology classes about how babies bond with their mothers and how the mother’s smell is what makes them secure. I don’t know about that never having had children but it makes sense. Smell seems to be our most primal sense.
Yes, I agree, memories of scent are something we retain on such a deep level. Looking forward to reading your work!
I am enjoying already the different takes on this prompt. Such a wonderful and varied personal prompt.
Yes, I love that everyone has such memories at the ready.
I remember once smelling a compact with face powder that my mother bought and immediately bursting into tears. We were both baffled. But it made me think of my grandma. I said, “smell this, does this smell like her?” She agreed. It must have been a brand she used.
Oh yes, that is the same effect wintergreen smell has on me. It’s amazing what a powerful reaction it can be.
I like this prompt so much and it brought up so many memories, I have posted a second poem. Thank you Kelly!
Oh my, thank you! That one left me with a smile… and dreams of days gone by. 🙂
Happy New Year! Kelly, thanks for doing the first Poetics of the year. I do think memories of scents stay with it for a long time. The smell of chocolate chip cookies reminds me of returning home after school when I was a kid. The smell of Oil of Olay reminds me of one of my aunts who always used it. The smell of lilacs reminds me of my childhood backyard. English Leather reminds me of a high school / college friend. As I think about it, it seems that most of my scent memories are from childhood. I wrote a poem that took place in my adulthood though. Not the most cheerful, but for some reason that is what kept asking to be written……sigh.
Ha, well we mustn’t argue with the muse! (And I found your poem quite intriguing, offering up a testament to the power of smell)
And oh, you just took me back with your mention of English Leather, my dad always wore that or Old Spice.
Ya, I wonder if they still make English Leather. I used to LOVE that scent. I think my dad used to use Old Spice too! Smiles.
I’m going to have to see if they still make it… I know Old Spice is still around.
I think many of our scent memories are from childhood but I have memories from adulthood, like the smell of green tea, freshly cut scallions, sandalwood aftershave…
not all scents are cheerful and happy. Your poem was perfect for this giving another nuance and layer to this prompt.
Yes, I agree, Toni…..100%. Ha, I remember my childhood piano teacher’s house always smelled like chicken soup. It was not a smell I savored every week.
Ha! I loved my violin teacher’s house. He was a flamboyant gay man and his house always smelled of Old Spice and baking bread. I always smile when I smell those because he was such a good teacher and so.much.fun.
I am off to yoga class now, and then a quick visit with my 89-year-old friend. I will catch up with you all when I return!
Hello… Just a quick hello from the flight… 😉 wifi onboard is cool.
Modern technology is a beautiful thing!
Wifi on planes is a wonderful thing. When I had to travel so much taking care of my mother, it was great to be able to keep in touch…and get moral support!
This sounds such fun.. And glad the prompts are back. Happy 2016 to all.
Happy New Year to you!
Hey everyone,
Sorry I m late, had gone to drop off my sister at the airport. So good to be writing again for dVerse 🙂 I have missed you all. I will be back in a few minutes with a poem.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Looking forward to reading your work!
Thanks Kelly 🙂
Hello, everyone! Good to be back! Looking forward to reading your poems 🙂
Happy New Year, so glad you are here to join in!
This is one of my favorite senses to write about–because, as you say, it’s so hard to describe and so tied into memory. I had an unusual week and trying to catch up but will do my best to join in. Thank you Kelly.
So far we’ve had some great responses… looking forward to seeing what you come up with!
I hope that the Godzilla El Nino isn’t giving you folk any problems! So glad to be on this coast for a change.
Oh he’s been here. I golfed 9 holes yesterday and he came in on the last hole and spent the night. I broke a window on my first drive and this morning we had a 4.8 earthquake. Things are starting out a bit shaky here this year. I will try for OLN. Right now, along with the earth, my mind is a bit unsettled–at least creatively.
Sorry to hear of your unsettled feeling, Victoria, but I can sure understand why! Breaking a window, harsh weather and an earthquake–that’s too much. Hope things settle down for you soon.
Oh dear, hope things settle down for you very soon!
Wow – broke a window. Do you think that caused the earthquake? 🙂 Be safe. Take care. I keep wondering if all the saturation in California will cause it to break off and make your area the new beachfront property!
Hi Kelly, Happy New Year to you and thanks for such a memory-stirring prompt. Took me all the way back to my childhood days of playing in the neighborhood. See you soon!
It seems many of us are re-visiting our childhoods tonight, looking forward to reading what you came up with!
Hi Kelly, and I thank you for leading the group today. Hope you had a safe flight, Bjorn. So many memories, so man scents, good and bad and in between. I almost wrote one about my father’s Patchouli oil..after he was gone it seemed to permeate that entire house 😉 I am coming back in a bit…a busy day it was and
Your lovely poem is a breath of summer air on a cold day… I’m still smiling.
I think I read somewhere that the connection between the nerve endings in the nose and the brain is shorter than with the other senses, which is why smell has such a vivid association with memory for us (I may be explaining this all wrong). A lovely prompt and lovely to see all the familiar faces again, and some new ones.
Oh, that makes perfect sense (yuk yuk)… Good to be getting no back into the swings of things for sure!
I’m back home… the flight was delayed so I didn’t get to bed until 1:30… but today we have been skating for the first time this year… It’s -10C and the ice has finally come… One of the best thing with winter. Tomorrow I’m back at work..
It’s always hard to get back to work after some time off… And Brrrrr!
I am late to the perfumed feast – sorry, Kelly. I’d hoped to write a new one to this lovely prompt, but have settled for an oldie, which is right on topic. Now I have the treat of reading all the posted poems. I always prefer to defer reading until I have written my own, so as not to be derivative.
I really liked your entry… wonderful memories and some not so much so.
Hello, I would like to participate in this weeks prompt. I hope you like it.
Sorry too late..
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