(27 April 1920 – 17 August 2010 / Glasgow / Scotland)

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One Cigarette

No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011


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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/6/2013 3:33:00 AM)

    I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass. good one.

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  • Manonton Dalan (5/6/2012 5:26:00 AM)

    (without cigarette on fire i can still smell you
    much more if you put your lips to mine)
    very realistic poem.

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  • Fiona Lochhead (8/20/2010 10:13:00 AM)

    No smoke without you, my fire. I love this.

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  • Jacqui Thewless (9/6/2009 6:27:00 AM)

    This way walked a great soul.

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  • Joan Mills (11/2/2007 8:39:00 AM)

    Well written... Thank you

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