I am lost surrounded by cloud of velvet smoke,
with joy that dims both reality and conscience,
as I retire into the arms of a most willful night.
There’s no denying tobacco with enchantment,
like light breaking from cantaloupe sun.
I sway as though whirlwind in a chestnut forest,
unaware that it’s a mask that engaged my mind,
I stumbled and lost track of both path and time.
There’s no denying tobacco, with enchantment,
like the glimmer of an amorous moon.
But at what cost I thought sighing with the mist
of June.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United
Nicely done! “A mask that engaged my mind.”
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the canteloupe sun and chestnut forest!!!!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Nice one Sanaa
Much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
much love…
“I am lost surrounded by cloud of velvet smoke,
with joy that dims both reality and conscience,
as I retire into the arms of a most willful night.”
Movies from the 40s and 50s used lighting effects to romanticize smoke into halos and symbolism … and you capture that here. No denying its enchantment at all.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Tobacco is of addictive but also a social identity for the user. I wonder whether it is because we appear to breathe fire like dragons and so think we are stronger? You poem is beautiful and the moon cold though she is gives us mysterious amorous thoughts doesn’t it?
Absolutely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Robin ❤️
Cantaloupe sun!! Yes!
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love it! Tempting and inviting piece. But the twist at the end wakes the reader from illusion. Excellent write, Sanaa.
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
to the smokers smoke has to have that velvet touch…nicely brought out Sana..love your ‘cantaloupe sun’ and the ‘arms of willful night’ both very tempting 🙂
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
I love the sense of being transported to that chestnut forest
Thank you so much, Jae 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
“But at what cost I thought sighing with mists of
June.”– Even I wonder…is life worth so little? Beautifully penned, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Panchali 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
” I retire into the arms of a most willful night” and ” I sway as though whirlwind in a chestnut forest” are fantastic lines. I got swayed by your poem. Loved it The picture goes well with it
Thank you so much, Marja 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
There’s always a cost, isn’t there?
Yes there is. Thanks for stopping by, MMT 🙂