Scent Verse : May

10th August, 2017

Scent Verse is a poetry project curated by Basenotes writer Eddie Bulliqi that seeks to explore scent language and metaphors by publishing poems from contributors across different industries that either take scent as their inspiration or are very evocative of smell. 

If you are interested in being involved, please send a direct message here on Basenotes.


by Tom Wimbledon

Does all desire
End like
The Rose hip
Bitter fruit
Of beauty’s sweet bloom
Whose preservation
Only serves a saccharine
Swelling of the throat

The flower torn
Will testify
Through olfactory concourse
To our previous nature
In Süskindian observance
Forgotten truths
Are remembered
The veil
Of linear time
As the bell’s peel
As the ancient
King was asked
Will you do?'

Is this the
End of
All desire
Green and aching
The season passed
Without encounter
Or situation
A pall of Royal velvet
Pulled high
Around the neck

A heavy curtain
Drawn with
Much discussion
A pith of lacy
Dignity spat at
The briefest longing
Bowls of acrid
Powders and
Cut Figs
Celebrate Venus'
Arching dread
Her baking surface
Too slowly
Archetypal scar,
Prehistoric stone.

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About the author: Tom Wimbledon

Tom lives in the South of France and is currently in the process of starting a business producing plants for perfumery (Rose de Mai and Jasmin) as well as aromatic / medicinal plants. Barring any snags, the business should be up and running in 2018 with the first harvest in 2019. Previously, Tom worked in the financial sector as an analyst for a UK bank. He loves spending time with his family, at the beach, lake, cycling, or enjoying a good meal together. Other passions include making music, listening to music, reading anything by Lorca, drinking cold beer after a good days work, and sleeping until the kids notice hes not up on Sunday.


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