I am using the ‘escapril’ prompts to write a couple of blog posts. A slightly poetic, proffesional piece of writing (but by no means perfect).
Describe A Smell – the smell I will describe is that of a granny – most importantly the old, well-used home.
The sweet smell of biscuits, laying in a tin.
A lively dancing fire, beckoning you in.
Cushions well-used, sitting in a wind of dust.
The warm whiff of baking, travelling like a gust.
Breathing in, I can sense the time.
Time ticking on, yet I don’t listen to the chime.
It tells me every hour: how old I am.
And that very soon, I’ll be grieving for my nan.
The Ecolytical 
That’s a really good idea!
Really good poem…the last lines hit so hard though…
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Thank you, it was very short but not sweet. I never often have any optimistic poems π
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This is such an on point description I can almost smell it!
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I’m glad I conjured up such a vivid image – I’m usually not so good at it π
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I think you’re better than you think π
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That is usually the case – sometimes I doubt myself!
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That’s only natural I think we can be our harshest critiques sometimes.
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Yet thereβs a fine line between critique and having no faith in ourselves!
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That’s so true. A very big difference between the two!
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ππ enjoyed reading this poem… and cool Idea π§π
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Thank you, Victoria!
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