Sam over at Bentlily, the fantastic site where she writes one poem a day, offered up a writing prompt today: Write a poem about what your father smelled like. Integrate a piece of furniture and a season into the poem.
So I did and here it is…
What my father smelled like
I’d like to say he smelled like Old Spice
Or a pipe
But he wasn’t one for any of those things
He smelled like oil
From always fixing the car
The home that just wouldn’t quit quitting
He smelled like a man
Just trying to keep it all together
If you’d like to write a poem on the prompt, leave it below in the comment section. We can have a poem party.