Earthy Aroma of Youth
It is a rare event these days –
encountering the scent of patchouli.
It was even considered hippyish
when I was wearing the oil
in that summer of 1982.
I used to buy the dark little bottle
of Spiritual Sky
from the exotic shop
not far from our flat
in Glasgow’s West End.
Do you remember it?:
the large, spartan room
with the high ceilings and
poster of Jimi Hendrix
by the window;
your tiny annexe that could only hold
the single bed and rickety chest of drawers;
our flatmates, the African students,
with their bright, flamboyant clothing;
and the strange combined odours
of curried chicken and cannabis.
Do you remember our long strolls
through Kelvingrove Park?;
a chance to breathe in the heady scents of nature
and speak of our dreams for a better future.
You only made it to twenty-six,
your beauty taken from this world by your own hand.
Now, the memories keep me afloat
when I am drowning, and the deep,
earthy aroma of our youth brings me back to life.
© Mary Cochrane 2017