The Faerie Nose

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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