Owl Poetry & Prose

The Smell of a Man…

Wafting through my nose as I cycled down the different roads

was the smell of musk, wood notes, cinnamon and a certain tint of something I would call

the smell of a man…

It is rather strange to notice such a smell but

I have now on several occasions caught the whiff as I cycled by at dawn…

the smell of a man…almost reminiscent of the smells one holds at a party

where the colognes and aftershaves intermingle with the smoke and the A/C

to produce a rather intriguing scent. It is not obscene or vulgar in any way.

Just something to observe through the senses. And smell is often very closely linked to emotions…


I got that smell today too. I don’t know what it is exactly or where it emanates from.

A house perhaps? A shop along the way, a man on his morning walk? No.

It emanates from somewhere I could not exactly tell from where.

But whatever its source, it matters not for tis but a most pleasant and welcoming scent.

Not too strong and not too light. Just right.

Almost a known devil in an unknown setting.

I smiled to myself as I got that smell again today. Nice.

Perhaps its source may one day find its way, for now it seems a tad lost but not lost in essence.

Lost in direction…perhaps…




Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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