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#Mignonettes
Captured in winter’s lace
The wind huddles close
Frosted nose pining
For just a whiff
Of the purest ambrosia;
Timeless beauty
The earth tries to keep
All to itself
#vss365
“But those #mignonettes stink the rafters and the pens. Everyone can smell them.” Caelan said and was rewarded with a slap to his head for the words. “—Foolish child. Everyone can… no one notices until they focus on it. That’s why ladies carry it as potpourri.” #vss365
there is a path
that brings comfort
lined on both sides
are sweet #mignonettes
that reach out to the sky
sometimes I lay on a blanket
for hours
amongst the sweet fragrance
in the arms of the creator
realizing that all I need
is the belief in me
#poetry #vss365 #meditation #self
The image of #mignonettes circling the old statues came to Caelan’s mind as he waited. The seven knights, four sages, and the king stood set in the garden. The scent was almost overpowering in summer but lingered far into autumn; it had once been his hiding place. #vss365
It was a start. Ellis still lacked confidence, but he was writing his own story now. Caelan paused, then corrected himself—no, Ellis was writing their story. After all, he and Ellanor were like the #mignonettes: unassuming to the eye, yet lingering sweetly in the air. #vss365
“I will stay here with the little #mignonettes, as ordered,” Caelan said, squatting to smell the flowers. Ellis took slow steps backward, retreating inside. He closed the door—only to immediately yank it open again. Caelan hadn’t moved an inch. #vss365
Ellis stopped advancing, and as Caelan stepped toward the #mignonettes, it left him wondering what he was supposed to do now. He hadn’t expected Caelan to just agree. The bard had been like a boar so far—barging through everything and everyone. #vss365
Caelan let Ellis push him but fought to suppress his smile. It had not even been two full days, and the man with the funny haircut—who’d once shown more submission than a beaten dog—was now ordering him around. “You are right, my friend. I shall stay with the #mignonettes.” #vss365
“That may be so, but we have not been out—we have been preoccupied,” Ellis said, each sentence punctuated by a slight push. “I think it would be better for you to stay with the #mignonettes until you explain yourself. After apologising, that is.” #vss365
Drop your bombs between the #mignonettes down the Casbah way.
#vss365
#mignonettes imbued
with freshness of the moment
#daffodils still wait
#vss365 #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #poetry
Ellis stepped into the doorframe, blocking Caelan from entering. “Why do you bother my wife after vanishing like a thief in the night?” Caelan looked up at Ellis’s face. “Everyone in town is acting… amorously. Soon, even the scent of #mignonettes won’t cover it.” #vss365
Ellanor recoiled. “No—what kind of man says such things?” She turned away, furious at her own blush. Caelan studied the #mignonettes. “One with priorities,” he said, plucking a bud. The locket clicked shut around it, yet the scent lingered like a cloud. #vss365
“Are you two feeling quite all right?” Caelan said, still enamoured by the rows of #mignonettes. They brought back memories—thankfully, most of them good. “What do you mean?” Ellanor’s brow furrowed. “Nothing much. Just an irresistible urge to copulate.” #vss365
The bee wandered across Caelan’s face as though searching for something. *Could it sense Myrtle on me?* he wondered, as it traced the curve of his lips before darting away. When he looked back at the #mignonettes, the bees were gone. #vss365
He crouched to watch the pudgy bee dig in deep, rubbing its hairy legs against the flower. The #mignonettes’ brown pollen had coated the insect in thick boots. For a moment, it seemed to notice Caelan—then lifted off the plant and landed on his face. #vss365
Caelan tucked the sordid confession into his pocket but paused at the gate of Ellis’s house. He had been so absorbed by other thoughts that the #mignonettes had escaped his notice—now sitting there in their humble glory, tended by the last bees still awake. #vss365
