'Lady Godiva' by John Collier, 1897
Riding in protest yet provocative; assertive,
ever the female in control.
A woman takes the reigns donning
the smoothest, richest leather.
Daunting; the dark forest awaits.
Sultry sandalwood, labdanum, nutmeg
and saffron envelope the velvet robes in
DelRae- Début, EDP
Darkest green surviving coolest, crispy nights
sparkling white angel's caps
float like so much dainty tulle.
If there were fairies, surely it would be here.
The snap of bergamot and linden blossom,
gay as a warbler's song, carry the happy notes
through the delicate breeze.
Gather as many as you can.
Profumum- Ambra Aurea
See how it taunts; just beyond reach,
a precious substance hoarded by rulers
that could warm to the human touch.
Glowing with the light of day,
smelling of warm wood and sap,
the bees are fooled, trapped forever
by their thirst and love for something sweet.
The pulse of the forest;
trees flow with
Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's".
Chanel- 31 Rue Cambon
A raucous party of bergamot and patchouli,
whirling giddy with too much champagne.
Business is pleasure but when did pleasure
Pass the canapés and hold in your stomach.
Even if your feet hurt and that bit of wit fell flat,
there is a soft,
Rosae Mundi, EDP
The memory of a garden, long ago,
many summers now, the dolls on the porch
and some strawberry jam.
Raspberries. Were there raspberries, too?
Fat and glossy; warming in the sun.
We played in the sprinklers
while the robins danced.
White-hot rays glazed the
bobbing blossoms on the pink tea roses.
I can taste it now;