Taken by the Nose

You never take me anywhere, my nose often complained,
And, to be fair, on most our jaunts it usually rained.
But not today, the sun it shone, and with it came those smells
That breathing deeply in and out my nose surely excels.
It first took flight to Africa, pink freesias packed a tale
From the florist’s pavement stall, their ancestry regaled.
Then a boat to India as fragrant sandalwood
Oozed seduction like a spell as any perfume should.
A gentle ride to Italy, towards its southern states,
Suggested by the apricots that lined the grocer’s crates.
And finally, the best of all, a fragment of strong cheese,
Took my nose to Somerset, a sandwich on the breeze.

I began to write something in response to the third w3 prompt on David’s site, The Skeptic’s Kaddish. The prompt is set by AJ Wilson, who asks us to write a poem of a maximum of 12 lines, to include the word ‘fragment’ in response to her poem ‘Burden of Time’ (https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/18/w3-prompt-3-weave-written-weekly/).

But, I can’t write anything serious today – I am in too good a mood. Had a lovely few hours with my daughter in Brighton, where the sun shone and we saw an excellent piano performance by the Ukrainian pianist Alexei Grynyuk. And, yes, there were a lot of smells in the air!