Treasure Island

Alison Cassidy

(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)


Mrs. T
twelve inch holder
shiny nails
arched eyebrows
smoky voice

Mr. B
breakfast time
feet astride
newspaper wide
fanning smoke
with pudgy hands

Mr. C
Six foot two
Hudson car
maroon upholstery
corduroy coat
pipe to match

Mr. H
rolled his own
deftly, neatly
arranging them
in pretty rows
almond nails

Submitted: Friday, May 26, 2006
Edited: Sunday, May 28, 2006

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  • Chris Mendros (8/19/2007 2:11:00 PM)

    smokers had such flair before they were uniformly dubbed addicted slobs by a hypochondriac culture bent on redirecting its prejudices in a delusion of tolerance.
    Excellent tribute to some very interesting sounding folks.
    And since you chose not to be judgmental, i guess i felt compelled to take up your slack myself; >) (Report) Reply

  • Francesca Johnson (3/17/2007 12:21:00 PM)

    Amazing little poem. I've just read the previous comments and agree with Denis Joe - you haven't been judgemental at all, and that's refreshing.
    Your Mrs T reminds me of Marlene Dietrich - must be the high arched eyebrows.
    I like this one, Allie.

    Love, Fran xxx (Report) Reply

  • Max Reif (7/14/2006 3:44:00 AM)

    cute. A clever subject, and you come up with 4 nicely-detailed portraits, characters, really. (Report) Reply

  • Sal Carter (7/3/2006 9:03:00 AM)

    this i like. i enjoy the fact you have kept the lines short and noticed that smoking seems to divide people cleanly into 2 groups. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Neville (6/25/2006 4:10:00 AM)

    Ms. N
    powder blue cardigan
    cracked nails
    naturale eyebrows
    gravel voice
    weekend mode

    ah yes..the ritual :)

    ~kelly (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Daly (6/8/2006 6:38:00 PM)

    This is a very good and well structured piece. I like the non judgemental aspect of it as well as the way that you have made descriptive sentences into stanzas.

    Each stanza is like the next cigarette. The space between being brief. (Report) Reply

  • Esther Leclerc (5/30/2006 10:06:00 AM)

    Succinct descriptions, and I can picture every one of them. There are as many kinds of smokers as there are non-smokers, too true! I still miss the scent of my Dad's brand... I don't smoke but can appreciate the habit - not its ill-effects but its hold on people. All kinds of people. Nice little poem, Alison. (Report) Reply

  • Jerry Hughes (5/27/2006 12:27:00 AM)

    I well recall the days when one could puff away with impunity. In context, what would Walter Raleigh say about the world-wide anti-smoking campaigns I wonder? Good poem nevertheless... (Report) Reply

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