It Curls and Swirls

Tendrils of cigarette smoke
swirl up to my bunk
curl in the air
it stunk

So I’d twirl the crank
open the tiny window
breathe fresh air
through the dusty
musty screen
it stunk

But not as bad
as Old Gold
bare butt smoke


I missed the first Quadrille Monday of the year at dVerse Poets Pub because we were travelling and I didn’t have time. But I read the prompt and the idea of a short poem using the word “curl” has been swirling in my mind ever since. I decided I’d catch up with Open Link Night

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20 Responses

  1. Curling smoke…..funny to watch some of the old movies when smoking was such an acceptable and expected thing to do…not even considered a “habit.” Both my parents smoked…it was the days of fancy ashtrays given for wedding gifts…we had a white ceramic one with a delicate rose on its edge. How far we’ve come…

    • My father-in-law had a collection of old ashtrays with advertising in them. One is shaped like a bed pan and advertises a medical equipment company. We’ve come a long way, indeed.

  2. My hubby smokes but he doesn’t do it inside the house, and not when we are around either ~ Don’t like the smell of those tendrils and curls of smoke ~ Good to catch up on our prompts Linda ~

  3. I remember rooms, buses and train carriages being blue with smoke. Breathing in fresh air was so wonderful and I love ‘So I’d twirl the crank open the tiny window breathe fresh air’.

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