Day 17: Senses

Today's prompt is to write a poem specifically describing something using at least 3 of the 5 senses. 

I love using the senses in description, I do it all the time, and especially mixing the senses - synesthesia. So I came up with three poems today! 


Holy Thursday

The day smells
of incense, a smoking
of holy scent
around its sides, marking 
a pious perimeter;
but tastes undeniably
of hot cross buns:
cinnamon and raisin-fat-sweet, 
sticky at the edges;
the side-by-side reality 

of gaping death
and chocolate decadence. 



Spring Sense

Birdsong in spring
sounds exactly
what butterflies
fluttering by
in the wink of an eye
look like. 



Cherry White

White cherry tree
fully bloomed,
a bouquet of bridal blossoms 
waiting 
to be thrown, 
an orchestra rising
to a high aria, 
a fanfare of feelings
feather-soft 
as eiderdown,
a wide opening smile
of springtime.