Honeysuckle scented notes
Cast aromatic weaves,
I need to linger longer
In a place I’m loathed to leave.
Enticing, sweet aromas
Draw me closer to inhale,
And gaze on pinky, yellow blooms,
In pearly shades of pale.
Exotic perfumes gently waft,
On fragrant, Summer breeze,
Where mystic genies flee gold lamps,
With wishes, to appease.
Strolling down the winding lane,
With bouquets full of dreams,
And pockets laced with magic spells,
Flora sowed a potent garland,
Of fervent crowns, alluring.
Intense elixirs airborne, drift,
With perfumes long enduring.
15th July 2019
When I was a little girl, we had a Honeysuckle shrub in the garden. Gazing at the flower heads, I noticed they were like no others. They weren’t the simple type a child would draw, with a blob for the centre & petals all around. No. Even I knew their blooms looked exotic; the individual little genie lamps, circled into a shimmering crown, and they smelled exquisitely so, too. Later on, pre-teens, I’d choose Honeysuckle talcum powder from the Avon cosmetics brochure my Mom always had delivered.
Happily, our neighbour has a shrub in her garden, that grows profusely along our shared fence. But I love to see it, growing wild, entwined in the hedgerows, for all to enjoy. Whichever it is, you can’t mistake the sweet, heady scent Honeysuckle emits, especially as the sun is setting & dusk falls. I love to walk the country lanes to experience such a special time of the day…where I wrote this poem.