house smells of Nan
kitchen smells of:
boiled sprouts
bruised legs
and passageway to green grass
garden smells of:
bruised legs
not so green grass
and guilt at squashed veg.
over the road smells of:
pylons and the unknown
front gate smells of:
the promise of
tea and cakes
the backroom smells of:
fried bread and eggs
secret bags of unwanted leftovers
after dinner cakes
and stories of boats and swimming medals
corridor smells of:
photographs
and big black swirly telephones
living room smells of:
Grandad's shoes
jam on crackers
china tea cups
and spoilt American cousins
in glass cabinets
Grandad smells of:
listening
calmness
and good directions
the scent of glistening white hair
and decades of care
upstairs smells of:
fresh toilets
boiled sprouts
and too much soap
the small room smells of:
months of neglect
super duvets
and tired legs
clean linen
warm cacoons
and sleepy heads
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
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