Smoke - September 06, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "smoke". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Smoke- Squiddy Geiger - September 06, 2012

At first it's just a hint
A suggestion of a something
A trick of the senses, perhaps
But then it comes again
An odour, then it hides away
As the air moves past

Dismissed as a figment
Of imagination and fear
It comes again an third time
Stronger now, then a wisp
Of smoke that tickles you
Setting off primal alarms

The wisp becomes a whiff
The the whiff grows until
It cannot be waved off
Smoke must be investigated
Drawn to the source
Fear fighting the fascination

The source is discovered
A plume of smoke pours in
The mind bellows for escape
The way is blocked - what now
Terror seeks the exit
Cool air fills the lungs

Shock overwhelms relief

Posted by Squiddy at September 6, 2012 09:00 PM | TrackBack