Friday, April 16, 2010

NaPoWriMo Day #16

Today's prompt was to remember smells. I have always thought that smells really brought back memories, and Read Write Poem's prompt today talks about that. This was probably my favorite prompt yet. Probably because I have so many smell memories.

Here's my attempt:

Fried Rice

I remember the garlic air
drifting in every corner
and out the screened, barred windows
to me.
I biked toward the scent.
The scrape of the metal spoon
clanking against the wok
lured me back for dinner
with its music of stir-fry.

Ten years later,
eight thousand miles away,
the same garlic-layered symphony
woke me in an airport,
haunting me with its rice

for a wafting second
I smelled home.

by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
April 16, 2010


Rallentanda said...

Now,where is home I wonder? Must be down our way. Enjoyed this.

Robin said...

Love this. Really well done.

Robin said...

The aroma from our favorite dishes is SOOO powerful. Nicely put!

Robin said...

The smell of food is incredibly powerful. I like how you tied the aroma of the rice to home. Well done.