Summer sachets of lavender longing
in linen a smell of southern Provence
my dreams are still warm in its seasoning
The sunset of tangerine glistening
butterflies dancing — we tasted the scent
from flowery fields of lavender longing.
Breathless we forgot all the reasoning
we melted as one in mutual consent
to dreams that are warm from its seasoning
From summer to a barefoot awakening
In drizzle and rain but I haven’t yet spent
all my sachets of lavender longing
So when clouds above are a-thickening
I burrow myself and sleeping I’m sent
to dreaming the warmth of its seasoning
Savor the nights when we were listening
to nocturnal moths swirling emotions
into sachets of lavender longing
My dreams are still warm from its seasoning
![A Lavender Sunset [Oh what a Re-post!] by Vincent Brassinne, on Flickr](https://brudberg.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/4964233619_1caf7ba550_z.jpg)
Hannah wants us to ponder the Lavender fields of France and Britain at Toads, and that gave me an opportunity of playing around with the Villanelle, going with very slanted rhymes, and less stringent meter than I usually do..
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January 31, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bring the wine, bread and some cheese… a beautiful poem. Congrats ! Made my day.
Bjorn this is simply beautiful, full of wonderful sweet smelling and sensual imagery. 🙂
I felt like I could smell the lavender. A great sensory ride.
A lovely poem for lavender. k.
Nice… from the field to sachets of lavender… and loved the moths
“but I haven’t yet spent
all my sachets of lavender longing”
How soft the scent and loving that come across in this take on lavender. Love!
Hi Bjorn, I think you are quite brave writing poetry in a second language. All the nuances have to written through … wish I could read your poetry in your native tongue. Anyway, fine use of the lavender as a grace-note throughout. Sorry you couldn’t comment on my blog, we’re both WordPress, dunno what’s up there …
I think I might have ended up in the spam-filter. If you go to comments on your dashboard you will find them kept there.. Have happened to me a few times too… I love your time-poem on the open platform so I left a very long comment. I will share some Swedish poetry again sometimes.. 🙂
Lovely poem. Tangerine sunsets, sachets of lavender longing…all of it. I close my eyes and I am right there. Nice poem for such a cold day.
Some things really are worthy of re-living … and this form really lets us do that 🙂
This is so imbued with the mood I felt like I was right in the photo, feeling the warm amber sunshine, smelling the blooms. Wow.
very nicely constructed
dreamy and sensuous
peppered with alliteration
i haven’t tried a villanelle in a long time
cheers
jzb
I particularly like that second stanza. Beautiful.
sachets of lavender longing… love that and that you repeated it.
Your response and created imagery did not surprise me terribly. Our sense of smell and the related memories are our strongest. You verify that here.
Oh!! This is just gorgeous, Bjorn…the form you employed works so well. My favorite is this:
“The sunset of tangerine glistening
butterflies dancing — we tasted the scent
from flowery fields of lavender longing.”
A scent one can taste, indeed.
Thank you so much for joining, Bjorn!
This is so serene – and fragrant, really . . . which is something I don’t often say about a poem.
I love this, Bjorn. I joined the playful group and romped along with them. I do like the Lavender Fields, we too saw a lot of them in Provence. None ever in Britain.
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dreams laced with its seasoning…ha…i like that…
this has a slippery feel on the tongue…a fun read bjorn…
lovely to read and recite
much love…
I admire your skill with the villanelle form, which creates a particularly nostalgic mood in this poem.
I haven’t yet spent
all my sachets of lavender longing…. Beautiful!
I love the villanelle form ~ I thought the refrain is excellent:
into sachets of lavender longing
My dreams are still warm from its seasoning
This is beautiful. I can smell the lavender, feel the emotion.
Bjorn, hope your birthday is as special as lavender dreams 🙂
You are so good with these repeating forms that scare the hell out of me; you make it so smooth and easy! This is just beautiful.
Best wishes you across the miles, for a wonderful birthday!
xo Marian
My dream…you wrote of it so perfectly 😉
I’m trying to imagine how many sachets those lavender fields would fill. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Bjorn thanks for dropping to read my Lavender response; its really about surgery i had in June 2001; you might like to read it again
have a nice week
much love…