Day 48 prompt: smells

For today’s poem, I borrowed a page from D. H. Lawrence’s short story, “Odour of Chrysanthemums,” removing most of the words and leaving just a few to explore today’s prompt: smells. This is not the best image; I’ll update this post with a better shot soon. Meanwhile, the selected text is below.

Odour came down

full with threats that startled the woman

and thumped one trapped and withered

noiselessly pulling off into the dreary house

like ashy stagnant sky winding out spasms

trailing low from a bony claw

round wintry trees and dishevelled half-way bits