Tangerine by Aurora Antonovic

Like  a slice of life
a wedge out of time
I suddenly recall
catching the plane
as I ran in my tailored Chanel suit
holding onto my hat
with my hands encased in tiny white gloves

I recollect the sound my pumps made on the pavement
and the relief I felt when I boarded
the taste of fresh fruit for breakfast
endless sunshine
the ocean’s pull
and how I thought I could never leave
tropical delight
lemon, papaya, and pineapple days
mango nights, and
stars  that seemed scented with citrus

All of this,
evoked by one bar of
tangerine soap
that holds the warmest of memories
in its tangy lather
and makes the shower’s spray
sound just like the ocean’s roar.

first published in BMP
photo taken and copyrighted by Maurizio Malangone

Comments

[matt]

Very cool dream feel to this with a snap pull to reality's end. Full circle write Rorie.

[Robert]

Who knew a shower could be so exciting? (smile) Well I imagine...there I've said too much! Wonderful poem.

[Felicia]

Delightful.

[ozymandiaz]

Well there is getting the most out of your shower ;)
Seriously though, a great depiction on how smell triggers memory.

[janet]

you have the best endings.
and...I want some of that tangerine soap now. ;)

[aurora]

Thanks, all.