Aroma’s
The smell of leather
murky, dank, weather
Aroma’s in the breeze
rotting leaves
Pine trees in the wood
Slimy mud
Lavender blue
Odeur douce
Smells from the chippy
Fat and dripping
Chips and gravy
Going crazy?
Chinese takeaway
Smells take your breath away
Tikka masala
What a palaver!
Rick Varden
Sat 31st Aug 2024 13:07
Because poetry has no such rigid rules John, look back in history.