The scent of mimosa blossom
On a Mediterranean morning,
My house, so still, so quiet, by blue waters.
The day ahead:
Full of letters to be groomed,
A torrent of words in a silken waterfall.
A luxury bath and a car journey into town,
All the way home I can smell salami, apple, pimento,
And the delicatessen's best cherry cheesecake.
Jetting off to Japan, Hawaii, Paris and Rome
I am a hungry traveller,
To live into my book-world.
The net result, a library of pleasure,
Dollars and dollars of recreation,
And the scent of mimosa blossom
On a Mediterranean morning,
An escape from the final chapter.
Comments
Highhat | July 5, 2011 - 07:54
I'd love to read more adventures from around the world if you have more.
I liked this
;)Pia
seashore | July 5, 2011 - 08:10
I like it too - a poem to awaken the senses
skinner_jennifer | July 5, 2011 - 10:39
An absolute gem of a poem.
Jenny.
hilary west | July 5, 2011 - 15:38
Thanks very much for your generous comments everybody!