Une Bagatelle Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Une Bagatelle



I wondered lonely in my bed
What odour held domain,
Brought my wrist up to my nose....
....Parfum de Guerlain.

I asked l'expert in the store,
'What's the dominant smell? '
'Gardenia's what they use to make
Jardins de Bagatelle.'

O God of Essence, Reason too,
Dieu Substance Gluant
Feuer mein Mut
Adhere me to
Wherever you are put.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I'd tried the perfume on my wrist the day before I wrote the poem.
Guerlain perfume 'Jardins de Bagatelle'=Gardens of mere nothing
Dieu Substance Gluant=God of Sticky Substance
Feuer mein Mut=Fire my courage (German) pronounced Feuer as in foyer, mein as in mine and Mut as in put
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 27 May 2015

Good mixing of languages, and the senses. M.Walker.

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Danny Draper 05 July 2012

I smell a fruity top note of a delicate language blend to which the flatulence effuse bed could bare reprove, until an open window, even in a dead of winter biting westerly was unwise, but in desperation behoove'. Oh the garden mid notes or gardenias bold and smooth bravely failed amid the in corner socks and shoes. At last low notes from glen did twenty face to face with odours plenty were pitiful and spenty. When in she breezed in grace cartel, confidence where few dare dwell and vanquished all with No.5 Chanel. It was subtle and it was swift and beyond reproach that conquering whiff in command and vital, surrender now, her offer final.

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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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