Dream #20

you know, this thing that didn’t happen

anywhere but my head, seemed real

I remember everything about it

conversation, colours, the amazing food

all the personal touches

every sensation, but smell

smell? nothing.

I thought nothing of it until I was asked to leave

as I said, it seemed real

but without a scent of the place

without that, I knew something was wrong

I thought I could smell a rat

~

CLP 16/06/2021

Beneath Blossom

In April’s last bright shower

of white pear petals

she took him gently

laid on daffodils

that soothed winter’s heartache

so by January next

they had their son

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Fourteen a poem from a first or last name:

i) Perry from the Welsh patronymic ‘ap Henry’ / son of Henry.

ii) Perry from the English meaning ‘someone living by a pear tree.’

Here, a romantic combination of both derivations.

Pictures of perry pear tree kindly provided by Maya Love at Avalon Permaculture Garden, Somerset. Thank you, Maya.

NaPoWriMo

~

C L Perry

14/04/2021