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Her Gift

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Mary gave it to me in ’73,
Lauder’s parfum solidifié,
a cameo lid, carved and proud,
a Grecian face, raised, endowed
with curls and plaits
in ivory on terracotta.
Scent set in finely-etched gold.

Mary gave it to me.

Fast forward to 2013, a bad year,
when that thing happened
that all of us fear.
Mary, my friend,
she lost, failed, went.
I don’t forget her,
still use the same scent.

Polly Stretton © 2014

14 thoughts on “Her Gift

  1. Beautifully written Polly, very touching 😥

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  2. Even without the photo I could imagine the perfume locket. Your description was wonderful.

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    • It’s such a pretty thing, I thought I’d add the photos (which hadn’t been taken when I first posted the poem). The poem came out of a challenge set at the OU Poets weekend in Devon – I got back late afternoon – there may be a few more to come 🙂

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  3. Scent is a powerful memory trigger. I hope you are able to remember the good and not just the sadness. Léa xx

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  4. good to see it here Polly. Enchanting

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  5. A beautiful tribute to your friend Polly. I think perfume and music are the two strongest triggers for memories, both sad and happy. X

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  6. A touching tribute. I love it. Perfume can really reach those feelings and memories.

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  7. Cheers Alex, glad you liked it – scent is so evocative.

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