Mag 33 - Perfume from the Isle of Pligh

Perfume from the Isle of Pligh

This, fine shopper, is no Eau de cologne,
with notes of fruit and twigs and
synthetic fragrance oils
faking a scent of sea breeze.
No sneeze

for I've placed on this pillow the jewel of perfumes
with ingredients harvested from a
lush, secret copse found
only on the Isle of Pligh.
A sigh

now as you twist the tiny platinum cap
on the bottle forged from rare arion -
ah, top notes of chocolate oranges
from the fragrant suastro tree.
You see

in your mind's eye the enchanted cave
where grows the mossy dedmingy
that gives pungent character
to the middle notes scent.
A vent

in the earth reveals the musky modsherp
that eats the seeds of the achabla root
and for our precious base notes we
gather those pods, glean that musk.
At dusk

those treasures are silently brought forth
so the modsherp live on to feast again
on the achabla seeds, and the mossy dedmingy -
protecting the vent in the arion cave -
continue to thrive in the shade of the
grove of suastro trees in the copse
on the Isle of Pligh.

You'll buy?

MLydiaM ~ August 2010

This is a Magpie in response to the photo prompt at the left.
Click HERE to see how other writers interpreted the image.


I wrote the above poem and posted it Aug. 2, 2010, in response to a different prompt, that one at The Poetry Bus. The prompt that week was:

We are all familiar with those wiggly almost-words used to verify that a blogger leaving a comment is in fact an actual blogger and not a machine. Yes. Those words are your mission. Collect them this week. Pick your favorite, or several, and include it/them in your poem.

Note: The "captcha" non-word verifications I collected are shown in bold in the poem.



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