childhood scent (20171025)

a hairspray mist
hangs in the air
with a cigarette smoke aftertaste
reminds me of growing up
of grownups

now i’m a pot pie
vented and steaming
full of meat
full of gravy
and of graves

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qbit October 26, 20172:19 am

I’m a pot pie full of gravy and meat is tremendous!
1. crow October 26, 20175:07 am
  
  Thanks. I had that little teapot song in my head. Somehow it became pot pie.
  1. qbit October 26, 20175:08 am
    
    Yes, and then that memory of smell from childhood (we were big on Swanson’s chicken pot pies, LOL!)
Poet Rummager October 30, 201712:41 am

Being full of graves would make one feel so muddy and entrapped; not a pleasant feeling at all. Your poem’s mission was accomplished, I believe.
1. crow October 30, 20178:38 am
  
  I had to include it because of that Dickens line from A Christmas Carol.
  1. Poet Rummager November 1, 20173:48 am
    
    Yes! I do remember that line.

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