Smoke Rings

Artwork by Joseph Lorusso

Smoke rings

- Gauloises Disque Bleu –

sophisticate the bright young things

as they dream to change the world

amidst the ambience of distant chatter,

joyous yeses,

cries of ‘Strike!’

as pins topple fall and scatter.

Behind the counter,

amidst the clatter of the dishes,

hiss of steam and till kerching -

she wishes so
she were that girl, 

so wants the the thrill 
of love and kisses,

the exuberance

of her life of yesteryear.

Home now, amidst the tears,

the fears of tomorrow 

and the forever broken heart,

she cries the names 

of long lost lovers,
sups from the bottle,

drowns her sorrows
as she blows sad smoke rings 

in the dark.

Anna :o]

The above is a response to Tess’s prompt at The Mag – thanks Tess.

The pic reminded me of my past life when many of my teenage years were spent socialising at the nearby bowling alley.

I think I only ever played bowls about five times for to me and many other young things it was a meeting point for friends - where often love blossomed and sometimes died…

There was a café at the front framed by large glass windows – upstairs there was a members only bar – never made it that far as underage – but we all yearned to be there.

One of the waitresses at the café was a sour old woman – she,  probably only forty or so – but to us then that was oh so old – and we used to make up stories about her, imagine why she was so miserable – that is, when we weren’t saving the world!

Also entered at dVerse Open Link Night - hosted by Tony - thanks Tony.