If a faerie made perfumes
How would she blend?
Would she tincture the green of a violet stem
In dew from the tip of a fern of the deep,
Deep, dark woods
So cool and fecund?
Yes, she should.
At midnight she’d enchant a single blossom of jasmine.
Coax out the ethers with her giggling spells,
A puff and a whir,
Yes, might as well.
She’d surely use cepes and oakmoss galore
All seamlessly earthy and rich.
Seductively luring their sacred aromas
Into small crystal vials of hues heterochromatic
With a wild-crafted dance of blush-worthy charm.
Yes, wouldn’t you?
If a faerie made perfume
She’d capture the soul
(Without ravage or ill)
Of each plant, flower, and loam.
Her mind-bending nose
Bringing heart to the nectar
And solace sublime.
Doreen Stelton is a writer, perfumer, and faeriepreneur who enjoys nature, meditation, travel, and most all things faerie. You may follow her blog on verdantfaerie.com or on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.
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Feathered Faerie Hats Off to Arielle for her new Lit Mag, Fair Folk Journal. Lookie – they gave my poem a home! xoxoxoxo