unpacking
It was when I didn’t know
that I’d return one day.
The things I’d shipped
home by sea
traveled for
months.
When the
crates finally arrived,
I’d forgotten their contents.
The first one opened contained
the stilted, slightly sweet, somewhat stale,
decidedly foreign yet dearly familiar
smell of my college
woven into
the very
fibres
of the
bedraggled gown that,
during formal halls,
enveloped me like a musty hug.
Category: rwp | Tags: 16:30, rwp 2 comments »
April 17th, 2010 at 2:52 am
Oh the scents of memories. Good one!
Pamela
April 17th, 2010 at 5:10 am
“the stilted, slightly sweet, somewhat stale,
decidedly foreign yet dearly familiar
smell of my college”
Perfect. Great work.