He brought her a posy & scent when he came to woo,
Bought it from a penny bazaar, costing a penny or two,
It was called Evening in Paris, and bottled in cobalt blue.
Years flew by, with them many scents & heady perfumes,
Channel, Blue-Grass, Tweed, Obsession, Kenzo, Nu & Dune,
Aromas of deserts, forests, herbs & sweet flowery blooms.
With babies came the aromas of talcum-soft & gentle repose,
Lavenders, lilacs, lily of the valley, violets & of dusky old rose,
So as not to tickle & tease that tiny delicate & sweet little nose.
Babes, grew up & left home, mum became the vixen-like vamp,
Wanting to be beautiful, noticed & wanting to leave her stamp,
Drops of Poison, Opium, Noir, making love by candle & dim lamp.
Orange blossom & Sunflowers, like old skin, now faded & creased,
She asked, “When did that girl, Mum & vamp morph & finally cease?”
The old man kissed her brow & gave her a cobalt bottle of Evening in Paris.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “I Am Woman”
About the Author
Sue Lobo is the author of three books of her experiences in Africa, a poetry book “Africa My Africa” which is poetry reflecting African life in the terrible apartheid era in South Africa & “Lollipops of Dust”, her autobiography, of a child´s view of living in colonial Africa, in the Kalahari desert, with all the magic of what the old Africa had to offer. Her last book “The Last Dance” was published by Creative Talents Unleashed. She has also participated in eleven poetry anthologies with other very talented poets & has won a couple poetry competitions in Gibraltar & Spain. On occasions she has written requested epitaphs and elegies for families of departed souls. She is married to a Spaniard, with two grown up sons & presently lives in Spain. The sale of this latest collection of animal themed poetry called “Wild Whisperings” published by Creative Talents Unleashed will go entirely to Save The Rhino Fund.
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