Friday, March 3, 2017

A Ghazal: Perfume

A bruised blossom bleeds the strongest perfume.
A laywoman's potions - vials of perfume.

The light notes, the sweet notes, are the first notes to die.
A child sneaks a touch of her mother's perfume.

The mid notes are family to which you belong.
Girlhood gives way - the crush to perfume

the base notes that fix you and hold you in place.
Pine, pine - humility's perfume,

the mix of a Merlin, the Guinevere's Lace
I wear at my throat and call simply perfume.

Kind of rough, but I didn't want to miss out on Susie's prompt at Real Toads.

I have 3 poems in the latest issue of The Woven Tale Press.  It's a gorgeous publication.  If you love art, I highly recommend checking it out.

13 comments:

angieinspired said...

Your Oklahoma poems add a sweet local color to the WTP. I love how they sprawl across the two pages. Thanks for sharing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah! How truly beautiful. The word lends itself to the ghazal, and I love the way you expanded on the aromatic notes in each couplet.. hard to pick a favourite.

Kerry O'Connor said...

PS. Congratulations are having your work appear in that fine art publication. You paint a picture with words as skillfully as any artist uses his acrylic.

brudberg said...

What a great idea to use perfume in a ghazal.. and how you use the composition of perfume as a metaphor for life itself... if this is rough I don't mind it all.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Firstly, a heart congratulations Mama Zen on having your work appear in that fine art publication❤️ and second.. what a glorious execution of Ghazal form! Especially love; "The mid notes are family to which you belong. Girlhood gives way - the crush to perfume" Beautifully penned.❤️

Sanaa Rizvi said...

hearty*

telltaletherapy said...

such a clever use of the perfume process paralleled with tracks through to womanhood and resonates full cirlce with that fabulous first line
"A bruised blossom bleeds the strongest perfume"

hedgewitch said...

You make a very difficult and often confining form ring quite sweetly here in this song of passages, MZ. I especially like "...The light notes, the sweet notes, are the first notes to die..." And the last to be forgotten. Congrats on the publication.

Sioux said...

MZ--Every time you hit it out of the stadium. I will check out your trio later on.

Susie Clevenger said...

Beautiful...I love how the meaning or perfume changed for each stage of life. I didn't know what a ghazal was. Thanks for introducing it to me in such a beautiful manner. Thanks for taking part in the prompt.

grapeling said...

elegant as ever, MZ. and congratulations. ~

Vijita Pillai said...

Beautifully written! :)

Fireblossom said...

I love it when your stuff gets published!