David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,080 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Mom's Uncommon Scents - Poem by David Whalen


Angels smell like cookies
My momma used to day
And rainbows smell like
Marshmallows…and Moonbeams
New mown hay

Faeries smell a bit like cinnamon
Whilst Trolls reek of rust
And Unicorns with spiraled horns
Well…They must surely smell
Of stable dust

She'd say these things
To me at night
With long finger posed
Longside her nose

With eyebrows arched
And knowing smile
She'd speak of
Piglets and of toes

She'd have me close
My eyes real tight
Take breaths long and deep
Have me savour
Those childhood flavours

Of Angels and cookies
Rainbows and marshmallows
Faeries and Cinnamon
Streams of Stardust deep
Moonbeams, Unicorns
New mown hay and thistle thorns

…Til at last I'd fall fast asleep…



Topic(s) of this poem: mother and child

Form: Imagery


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, February 1, 2016


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