Smokescreen
A thin wisp
Like fingers entwining
Opening like a budding flower
Skywards
Taking a path, a grey meander
Spooling and curling
Relying on a gentle breeze
For safe passage
The momentary heat on wood
Sublimating to perfumed wonder
Entering my body to
Ensnare the soul
The scent which evokes
For each a different memory,
A feeling; but to all…
Solace, fortitude, release
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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