The Sentinel

A pantoum about smokers standing outside on a wintry day getting their nicotine fix.

That sentinel is still standing by the door.

Fire and smoke mingle yet again in front of his face.

The winter wind chills his stony stature to the core.

He shivers again, but remains in place.

 

Fire and smoke mingle yet again in front of his face.

What made him decide to take up smoking anyway?  Some bet, some whim?

He shivers again, but remains in place.

Nothing seems to faze him.

 

What made him decide to take up smoking anyway?  Some bet, some whim?

The winter wind chills his stony stature to the core.

Nothing seems to faze him.

That sentinel is still standing by the door.

Reviews

[Mokey]

Very cool! I enjoyed this look at a smoker. I'd like even more insight into his feelings -- you gave a bit with his stony stature and how nothing fazes him. I was left wanting to know a little more about him as a person, even if it were just a word that described his feelings/fears/etc. Nice job! Great use of description. :)