14,000 THINGS TO BE HAPPY ABOUT (#41)
Oh, golly, the next "happy" subject I'm supposed to write a poem about is the odor of pennyroyal, dill, begamot, sage, and geranium! And me without the shadow of a sense of smell! What to do, since I do not permit myself to skip a topic? (And in the unlikely event that anyone is trying to collect *all* of these, the last few have been posted in Critical Analysis.)
Last time I picked up vanilla extract at FoodMart, I barely controlled my impulse to grab those spice bottles and start a sniffathon. I suppressed the impulse, so this posted here will have to be the "before" part of the poem, with the "after" portion waiting for future experience.
LEAVES TO SNIFF ("before" version)
Pennyroyal: the scent of vanished glories, an aristocratic past remembered in poverty.
Dill: pickles, what else could it possibly be?
Bergamot: the whiff of a stately middle-European town-mayor on a warm spring day (whatever *he* smells like, and I don't really want to know.)
Sage: a wise odor -- one sniff of this increases wisdom. (For one thing, you gain knowledge of what sage smells like.)
Geranium: the fragrance of an ancient mineral. Sometimes used in botanical power plants.
And, for the record, a poem is what I *say* is a poem, so not a word on *that* subject!