I smell like popcorn
I remind you of a smell
resplendent
similar to your past
I remind you of the nostalgia
of a sunny day, pebble beach
and salt & vinegar chips
I'm your afternoon treat
after a trip to the pictures
before a midnight boogie
I give you that warmth you need
that reminder of home
that sense that you are not alone
Holding my hand
down the winding road.
You said I "smell like popcorn”
a smell so good
a smell so inviting
popping kernels
in a white flame
as the oil burns:
a chemical reaction
This image locked in your memory
popping up, readying your path
to follow as I lead you into that
familiar sense of home
Pretty box
yours, blue stripes
mine, has the ribbons
you gave me
If I remind you of popcorn
I remind you of a home
a home away from home
a home where you are not alone
a home where you can be at home with me
I hold you close to my memory
building sandcastles
sand grains on our palms
sand in between our toes
The water is cold but
dipping your toe is fine
playing bucket and spades
in the rock pools, crabs flitter by
If I smell like popcorn then
I'm your sense of home and
you are my sunshine
and bright blue skies.
About the Creator
Stanley Iyanu
I’m a spoken word poet and writer based in London, UK.
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Twitter: WritesStanley
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