Fragrance Poetry inspired by Black Orient from Bulgari.
Like leather laced with lava-lake,
I bit into the bitter bud.
It yanked my youth of yesterday
To Make a man from mud.
Riddled with resins and rum,
I swallowed the sachet of spice.
Once dredged and drained, was done,
Lifting this leper to life.
By fire, free-men are formed:
Chasten a cherished child.
Through tears and terrors, he’s torn.
But after smoke and smolder. . . he’ll smile.
I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun writing this one. I like to play around with difference styles of poetry, including free-form. But I threw a bunch of techniques in this one – rhyme, rhythm, alliteration and symbolism. A nice contrast from the one I wrote before this – “Wood Essence” – which was barely written as poetry. But hey, why not change things up?
Unfortunately, Black Orient from Bulgari was a limited run and now discontinued. So, my poem may be the only way you can ever experience it. Read Secret Garden from Aftelier. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.