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,

A flash.

 

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.