The Recipe Book
It was not her late-father's
Hand-written recipe notes
She cherished;
(The Lancashire hot-pot she never made
Or followed.)
It was more his aroma:
Of hand-rolled tobacco and
Classic-cars,
That permeated these leaves.
His unique fragrance, transported her to places
He'd scarcely remembered:
When jasmine filled the air,
Where he gathered, cherry-blossom bouquets
In his hands;
For her, his princess of another time,
Holding court over another world.
Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called Twist and Twist Again, which is a collection of Twister poems, a form he created.
Dear Scott -
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful; aromas, memories brought back by just a book. It wears its insides on the outside.
love,
Kathy
Thank Kathy. Everything in a recipe book is usually measured....except everything about this particular book! Glad you enjoyed, best wishes Ralph.
DeleteDear Ralph, whenever I smell Aramis, I am reminded of my late husband. Scents do evoke memories. Having these memories is worth far more than a recipe book. Wonderful poem! Best wishes for a Merry Christmas, Carolyn Devonshire
ReplyDeleteThank you for your reply. The poem came about over a dinner conversation. I love it when you are given a subject...irrisitable not to put pen to paper! Hope you are enjoying the site ad much as I am. Ralph :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, David Austin, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteCharming, with fragrance
Thank you David for your comment, and sparing a moment over my book! Ralph.
ReplyDeleteDear Ralph,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments you left for others today. It is encouraging people like you that make Whispers possible. I'm glad others are enjoying your poem as I did. Keep up the good writing! Best wishes.
Blessings,
Karen