My poem “Perfume” has recently been accepted for publication in the May issue of the magazine Line Zero. Be sure to order a copy of the magazine and help support a new independent press!
Because I retain all rights to to my poem, I am able to post it here for your reading pleasure before the issue is released. I hope you like it.
Perfume by S.C. Barrus
It was sitting just so,
there on top of the dresser,
your small bottle of clear perfume,
scent of gin and rosemary,
so I picked up the bottle
and squeezed one puff
in a mist, my eyes closed.
The music was soft piano
and the violin
both swaying in the breeze,
hand on shoulder, hand on waist,
those melancholy strings
humming their sonorous
She read her book,
‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’
with a blanket draped over her legs
wearing my sweatshirt, her glasses
and dark foggy eye shadow.
“How does it compare to the movie?”
I asked. “It doesn’t,” she said
and smiled, dropped her eyes
back to the pages
she once smelled before purchasing.
All in all, my life is entirely
bearable, because of music
and poetry, the rustles sound of trees,
coffee and a good book,
and a dark beer with a friend
making a fool out of myself at karaoke,
and that look she gives me
and the perfume she wears;
all these pleasant mysteries.
I hope one day to bottle them up
in a sweet perfume for anybody
who is lonely. I will sell it cheap
and name it maybe “Sanctum”
or perhaps “Serenity”.