Gabrielle Gribbin
Winter qtr, wk. 7
Word count:100
Reverie Prompt: pp 139, 141 Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie: “When I read this line by Edmond Vandercammen: ‘My childhood goes back to that wheaten bread,’ an odor of warm bread invaded a house of my youth.” Create a reverie to demonstrate how in your own life “a whole vanished universe is preserved by an odor.”
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An inhalation leaves nostrils singling with the whiff
of a familiar scent.
Swift friction glides over the hairs that stand upon me
in attempt to stabilize my core
My body produces: sweat
sweet sweat
The odor of my movements, of the capacity that my
petit frame holds and the remembrance of
my un-faltering heart, both of my hearts one located
slightly left in my chest cavity and the other just behind
my knee pumping blood against gravity.
I lay comfortably in the musky cloud I emanate.
to hell with deodorant and fruity spray,
Let me be!
An inhalation settles me.