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?