Pure Fantasy

A poem on lavender

 

From head to toe in lavender

Her scent perfuming the air

Even though the breeze slept

 

She turned,

Her lavender breath

Pervading his nostrils

As he inhaled her every word

 

They kissed

All was lavender

All was love.

Reviews

[Gee]

I think the bees love lavender more than I do, the smell always conjures images of old ladies in twin sets heading off to a cafe to gossip :))

[Pauline]

You're spot on with that one. Probably because back in the day money and perfumes weren't around in abundance. (Don't knock the gossip though, it can put the world to rights:))

[Pauline]

It has many qualities does it not Carlos. I'm fortunate to be on holiday where the lavender grows in abundance. (Though I think it is all harvested now.)
Many thanks Carlos.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I love the scent of lavender it always captures my mind. To me it has such a mercurial nature to it and in my dreams water smells like lavender. It's what love smells like.