Zingy is how you might call it each pore of the citrus fruits skin holds a little bit inside and as your figures begin to split the fruit’s smell contained therein escaping into the room where it does reside enhancing the flavour into which you’ve just bit
A response to Iscriblr’s poem for Day 8 of #Octpowrimo, you can find that Here Splashed it all over ? He knelt down to propose – What’s that aroma ? Oh gawd! My Nose!
Salford 23rd September 2018 I remember the day i first bought them, fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in so over the next few days – i wore them in the houseContinue reading “Old Shoes”
#coloryourworld #atomictangerine the atomic tangerine 🍊 dropped into the pool of clear hot water 💦 Reactions to the spheres arrival as it nose dived into the blue were instantaneous…. Little children 👶 smiled away not it in the way it fizzed away Like orangeade exploding into the blue but mostly how its scent originally meantContinue reading “Fizz bomb”
A poem by Brian F Kirkham in response to the Daily Prompt Pungent That dirty little secret, hiding in plain view has built up over time now It isn’t something new. No one is going to find it (Deodorant Masks it you know) But those tales that you’ve been telling the secrets going to blow!Continue reading “Out of Sight, and Out of Mind”