HOTEL
Your
perfume
drew me on
down corridors,
past half-open doors,
to yours, and your one line -
"Just for a week, dear, no more."
- a nightdress, warm with your fragrance.
Who would have thought then that seven days
would last forever, but the scent not fade?
(*) Ten lines. One syllable in the first, then one more in each succeeding line.

Talk about making hay while the sun shines... A real DOM memory captured in this fragrant morsel!
ReplyDeleteI never came across this form before! It suits the subject matter perfectly. Well Done!
ReplyDeleteloved the last 2 lines.. very well penned!
ReplyDeletenice form...hope that scent continues to carry on as it seems to be carrying memories with it. smiles. nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteDelicious. I adore the sensual word "nightdress".
ReplyDeleteAn enchanting Magpie ....
ReplyDeleteI love hotels... this one sounds so alluring. I always think hotels are full of stories. This is a great one in a tight package!
ReplyDeletebeautiful and haunting...
ReplyDeleteRene
gorgeous poem.
ReplyDeleteTruly lovely :-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful..the scent of love does not fade...very romantic...bkm
ReplyDeletePerfect words embedded in this form. Very nice, very nice!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the writing and the layout which too was leading me down the hall.
ReplyDeleteWowee! Any woman would love this poem to have been written about her.
ReplyDeleteI really like the form, also.
Nice! Romantic, alluring... based on a love so strong, filled with the scents of beautiful memories to be made.
ReplyDeletevery beautiful. it pulled me, i love the form.
ReplyDeleteI've been down those corridors, past half-open doors, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you all . . . but weyhey . . . I didn't see, until a wiser blogger than I, pointed out that the poem can be interpreted to mean that the lady is LEAVING for a week that never ends OR staying for a week that becomes a lifelong love. Our writing doesn't always know what it's doing!
ReplyDeleteKiller poem... i would stick to the staying a week that never ended :)
ReplyDeleteI adored that. Sweetly.
ReplyDeleteI know all about lingering scents being the only female in the house..... And I like the poem's form. It's like a little hat....or maybe a boat! Thanks for stopping by mine!
lovely poem... I wish I could write poems - I like to tell stories, sometimes with some rithm, but not in an "oficial" form. Thanks for stopping by and for your comment on my Aqua di Parma's magpie.
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I came here with the firm intention of thwacking you with my capacious handbag for casting nasturtiums upon the bona fides of my good friend Mr Gorilla Bananas, but anyone who lists "The Red Balloon" as one of their favourite films and "The Alexandria Quartet" among their favourite books deserves a second chance, even if he does do the devil's work.
ReplyDeleteStopping by to give you a nod & wink, and also let you know I have, quite memorized Stafford's "Assurance," for starters. Do you know the poem? It's a very good one. :)
ReplyDeleteKNOWING what poetry sounds like is essential in writing poetry, I know this.
To be a writer, you MUST be a reader. Yes.
I'm currently reading Sharon Olds "The Unswept Room."
In addition, I'm also reading Plath's "Ariel," Bernhard's "The Voice Imitator," (not poetry, of course, but lit and damn good lit at that), and Bradbury's "Zen in the Art of Writing."
I don't consider myself a blogpoet. People have called me that, which is sweet and kind, but...
I consider myself a writer.
I'm a student of words and literature (English BA, and a Masters in Library & Info Science).
I'm a Librarian.
I Know Books. And if I don't know all the right ones yet (wink), I will, in time.
I'm continually reading new poets, continually immersing myself in words.
While I do not memorize anything, including closest family phone numbers and addresses (I have my Iphone for that), I know and love several poets, who are certainly not **blog poets,** namely:
Stafford
Bass
Oliver
Wilbur
Roethke
Plath
Clifton
Bishop
Dove
Rilke
Sexton
Rich
Thanks for the nudge, I am trying to read more, pulled in several directions at once, but reading and writing is what I do, I don't watch TV, I don't craft.
I Read. I Write.
Tell me, who are your favorite poets? And what books are you reading at the moment? :)
Cheers,
Terresa