He slowly rowed the
small boat
to the middle of the lake
never saying where
he was going
Just knowing what to take

Peace and solitude
It was a favorite
way to escape
He went quietly
without a sound
his plan taking shape

No one around
to question his actions
No fear of his daughter
Hell to pay
if she only knew of
his smoke on the water

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Tuesday Writing Prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe – Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)

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  5 comments for “Smoke

  1. August 15, 2018 at 11:47 pm


    • Christine Bolton
      August 16, 2018 at 7:47 am

      Well thank you! 😊

  2. August 15, 2018 at 9:40 am


    • Christine Bolton
      August 15, 2018 at 9:43 am

      Thanks Eugenia!

      • August 15, 2018 at 11:11 am

        You’re welcome

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