Form from the chaos... (the_changeling) wrote in poetry_readers,
Form from the chaos...

RIP, Edwin, thank you for the words.

One Cigarette

by Edwin Morgan

No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss

The Scots Makar - or national poet - Edwin Morgan has died at the age of 90.

Mr Morgan, who was widely recognised as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century, passed away on Thursday after suffering pneumonia.
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