Perfume
written by: Paul Thwaites
You, the perfume of my air ~
This that is breathed, a worthy breath of days,
The comment moment with a twist of scent
On throat or wrist nuanced,
Seductive with captive sighs.
Undulating scheme of silk,
Scarved and chiffonous; smoke in a breeze,
Detects there, some word of you,
Something said, unpassing ~
A light among trees,
In summer signatures of pollen,
A whisper and a kiss.
Nights giddy with romance
Distil the light,
Gown easy draperies of giving;
A captive scent of evening,
Is spectral essence on the empty air ~
A phantom speaking its name:
There, not there, there, not there.
I am a writer living in Yorkshire, England, recently retired from the teaching profession. I have always written and love poetry and have a large backlog of work. I have, through my own neglect had little published. I had four poems in a recent anthology: "Viral Verses," put together to raise funds for the NHS and am currently working with a sculptor writing poems to complement his work. I have a few collections on the go: "Norse Gods," "Box of Ochre," "Water Dancing with the Moon."
