In oscine song and frangipani whiffs
the missing part is what he sees
Mikado‘s craving ichor of the gods,
to live forever is his quest.
He cannot hear the birds.
Or feel the smell of bloom
he knows about the mortal doom.
with age his tendon’s growing stiff
He need a devil’s cure to beat the odds
A mise in blood to pave the paths
to linger till silurian age.
But still one day he reaches meadows
full of asphodel and realizes that he still
prefers forgotten frangipani smells
and that oscine songs are rare in hell.
This week I thought I should write something for my own lqw wordle. If you are interested a new word is posted every day of the week by twitteraccount @LOQWACIOUS. I happen to also be hosting that one. I link this to Open Link Monday at Real Toads
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November 23, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
The frangipani is a wonderful Aroma. Really i invocative words x
haunting Asian folklore references throughout – that reads like a fantastic mythos from a ghostly, eerie netherworld.
That ending is killer. I got married in the Seychelles and had frangipani as my bouquet . . .the thought of them bring back lovely memories for me.
Lovely and interesting piece. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne
i echo everyone’s comments. this was one of my favorite ‘folklorish’ peices i’ve read of yours.
gracias for sharing your ‘ichor’
Ha! Very clever and certainly the words have a wonderful music. Thanks. K.
I love the simplicity of the frangipani flower and their fragrance always reminds me of childhood when we would thread the blooms onto cotton and wear them around our necks.
A haunting piece…beautiful
The wonderfully simple things are the ones that rescue a soul from perdition. Love this.