Smoke gets in your eyes

Peacock Poetry

Just over a year ago now I reclined on the garden sofa, grabbing a moment’s peace after a tough day. It was a gorgeous sunny evening and the conditions were idyllic until the unwanted scent of fag smile began to invade my space!

Up In Smoke

A premonition of nightfall scented the air

Cherry tones and mowed lawns harmonised by the cooing birds in the buttermilk sky

She reclined lethargically on the swaddled sienna sofa

sensing the soft harmony of the early June evening inviting her towards gratitude,

white roses bestowing the unity with pangs of purity

when suddenly the

faint fumes of tobacco wafted like a sinister advertisement across the gasping garden

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