Evocation II

by Darcy Rasmussen

When my then-lover had a job with a business dress code, and a pair of black shoes, he would shine the shoes in the living room of our apartment. The first time he did this, I smelled Kiwi black shoe polish and was transported. Dad is seated on the trunk at the foot of their bed, framed by the bamboo printed wallpaper and floral draperies. I am with him, watching him work - swish swish... swish-swish - polishing his boots with a brush, military style. I had forgotten that smell. But in that haze of sweet, oily odor, my memories came rushing in on me, like the spring tide, sending me to swim in my childhood.


Darcy Rasmussen, whose full catalog is here, can swim in nostalgia with the best of them.


Anonymous said...

Very well done. So true about smell.

V. said...

This is a really brilliant piece of writing. Great stuff. Keep it up.

Darcy said...

Thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Madam Z said...

This is so sweet! I know just what you mean about smells bringing back memories. You describe it so well.