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 it's 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 heterochromatic hues 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 bliss - solace sublime. ~ Doreen Stelton (the verdant faerie)
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