Roma’s Scent

Written by
Posted in

Musty perfume,
The kind that grows on you
The haze of cheap cigarettes
Contrasted against the crisp Adriatic air

Catching that familiar scent in my lungs,
I was back on that bus,
My head rattling against the window.
I was drifting along those canals,
Jogging through those modest alleyways,
Scaling those mossy walls

It was as if my feet were planted on the cobblestone,
My fingers trailing the metal railing
My eyes were sweeping the Mediterranean,
My hair pushed back by its current.

I was back
Where there was no heart in need of mending,
No tips to be collected,
No debts to be paid,
At ease in that floating city

Kaylee Lowe is an undergraduate student at Cumberland University. She is a freshman enrolled in Introduction to Creative Writing at Cumberland. She has been writing short stories since she was 14 and is interested in pursuing an English and Creative Writing double major.

NOVUS Literary and
Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN