Legend and Myth 🌹

One would recognise those odours from my favourite perfumes

Scented smells of beautiful blossoming blooms

As I rest amidst relaxation, reading from my narrative non de plumes 

Where hard backed books are lined up leaning on a wall

I cannot get enough of them, I just can’t help myself at all

And as I listen to that pitter patter of persistent rainfall

I lounge with my legs up on a chaise longue in my hall

I am lost in my loveliness of legend and myth

I simply adore old English literature from that ancient wordsmith 

There he poses on his pedestal on a monumental monolith