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Smells like October
Posted: 29 August 2018 Word Count: 115 Summary: October, to me, has a smell. I can recognise it anywhere (and it doesn't need to be October to smell it). It heralds the end of summer and the begining of autumn. It reminds me that Halloween is round the corner. I love the smell and it makes me not miss summer :-)
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Fighting in the office over air con or whispers of breath from the open window. You smell the charcoal and laughter. Weekends of picnics and BBQs. Prosecco and “Planet Rock”. Book and Scotch egg in either hand. Early evening beer gardens. Head tilted upwards smiling at the sun who clothes you in her suffocating breath. Without a tremor you feel the change. The need for closed shoes. Your long discarded cardigan is again office attire. The beer garden not as comfortable in the cloud. Midnight duvet fights against sleep have been won. Finally. It smells like October. Sun still playing with the ends of your hair and the kiss of frost on your fingers.
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V`yonne at 23:21 on 29 August 2018
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Ah yes! I see it and feel it too.
The need
for closed shoes.
Your long discarded
cardigan.
I would end that sequence there for universiality.
“Planet Rock”. doesn't mean anything to me -- but that'll just be me I suppose.
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Cliff Hanger at 08:48 on 30 August 2018
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Hi Jo
Really like the premise of this because I agree about the smell of changingseasons or even weather. I always know when its going to snow because the air has a certain smell. The closed shoes is genius and I think it should be obligatory to have a book in one hand and a Scotch egg in the other!
Great poem and I really enjoyed reading it.
Jane
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Thomas Norman at 18:59 on 30 August 2018
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Hi Jo,
This is brilliant! I love the very naturalness of the writing and the ideas you have put into it. Like Oonah and Jane I salute the shoes and cardigan lines as totally inspired. That's not to denigrate the rest, it's wonderful to read an absolute delight.
Thomas.
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Jojovits1 at 19:41 on 31 August 2018
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Haha, Oonah! Hope you enjoyed it . I was probably too literal. There's a lovely little park round the corner and my husband and I have spent a few gorgeous days this summer with a picnic, a bottle of prosecco, the usual picnic fodder (spent so much time baking in the morning, the prosecco was welcome!) and the radio (Planet Rock is a station).
its one of those places we walk through a lot but until now have never spent that much time in. It's been a little gem this year .
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V`yonne at 08:31 on 01 September 2018
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Scotch egg was glorious!!!
radio! Gaga googoo -- haven't listened to radio in years now...
and now I bought a new cardy too -- you appear to be controlling my mind. Stop it at once or suggest I win the lottery
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joanie at 10:12 on 02 September 2018
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Jo, I do like this! There are so many things I can relate to. I particularly love
Early evening
beer gardens.
Head tilted upwards
smiling at the sun
who clothes you in her
suffocating breath.
The contrasts in tone and pace throughout make it really enjoyable to read aloud. Lovely response!
Joan
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FelixBenson at 20:11 on 02 September 2018
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Your long discarded
cardigan is again
office attire.
It's back! Mine too! I know exactly what this smell is. The woodsmoke mixed with the quality of the air, the emall of cold, a bit of dampness to mix with the dry smoke. Maybe a bit of wet leaf and conker! It's like a witches brew and it does make you feel differently, a sort of excitement that the cool air is coming. Wooly clothes, boots and skirts.
So many evocative impressions here. Wonderful stuff.
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