Heaven Scent

by lonewolfpoetry

They say smell is the most evocative sense,

it dredges up long forgotten memories

and brings them to the fore, intense.

Perfume that wisps by on a passing breeze,

the musky salt of a fishing harbour,

the lush green grass freshly mown,

the warm spice scent of father back from the barber

lightly dusted with cologne.

A fully lived present can be yanked away

by a sniff that conjures up your past,

consciousness recalled of a lost day

it appears unbidden, unasked.

These conjurations may bring distress,

reopen wounds, and niggle old scars

but this is part of the healing process

these bruises are ours.