Rest your nose on the pillowy scent of jasmine, follow it down that latticed corridor to the base of the brushbox tree and the gloaming under-sphere of the cottoneaster bush. On your right, feel gently the sand stone of the creamery wall rough and tawny as laughter. Remember the summer nights gritty concrete on bare toes, as you pattered here from the kitchen’s linoleum dark, warm as sat-on velvet, and into the spray-cool breath of starlight. You pulled at your pyjama pants mussed and dopey to the soft burp of frogs communing in the outside toilet.
Written for Laura’s dVerse Poetics (write about a memory)
Out of the Cave 
Quite beautiful.
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A wonderful romp through the senses, pillowy scent, latticed corridor, burp of frogs and gritty concrete. Tastefully done. I am doffing my flat cap Mrs W! 👏👏👏
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muchos thanks!
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😂 You’re welcome.
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I’m impressed by the way you already in the first line put the reader in the mood of the poem. ‘spray-cool breath of starlight’ fantastic line.
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thank you!!! 🙂
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some lovely images here; the scent of jasmine pulled me in — we have it in our bedroom; love that richly evocative last stanza 🙂
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Thanks, John. I wanted the toilet to be a surprise. But I don’t think I quite succeeded. Once, in the dark, I didn’t see a frog on the seat. Both of us were shocked.
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ahhh; I just read it again; of course: I missed a few clues on the way; I was captivated by the images and lost my way 🙂
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🙂 captivated suits me. 👌
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Dreamy journey, the breath of starlight guiding the way. I was surprised by the ending, but felt that o could follow the speakers footsteps perfectly. Beautiful, Worms.
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Many thanks! 🙂
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