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
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
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.
C L Perry