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
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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
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.
That smell of smoke is certainly one I can live without!
Much fun. Being and ex-smoker and always an aspiring loving hedonist
kaykuala
open the tiny window
breathe fresh air
How most welcomed! Fresh air as opposed to the nicotine laden ones!
Hank
This is really great…glad you caught up on the quadrille and shared it with us 🙂
Thanks.
Lovely scene, at least for me. I quit smoking a month ago, but I vicariously enjoyed it once again through your poem.
I actually never smoked but both my parents did.
bare butt smoke… brilliant!
I love it, bare butt smoke. Exactly what my grandparents called unfiltered cigs. And it did stink. Good take on the prompt!
I liked the phrase “bare butt smoke”. Sometimes it is hard to get fresh air even from outside.
Especially through a tiny window at the back of a dusty travel trailer.
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 ~
Love it…also curious…bare butt smoke?
It’s what my parents called non-filter cigarettes and what they always smoked.
Of course…makes all the sens in the world now. Thanks for the clarity.
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’.
I do remember when we smelled smoke everywhere… such a long time since that happened (and I never smoked myself)
I never smoked either but both of my parents did.