Small Pleasures

A pinch nestles
in the chamber
air between leaves

A light tamp
another pinch
thumb seals aroma

A little murmur
fingers fumble
the match strikes

Anticipationโ€•
the flame dances
tobacco crackles

Lips pleasured
the senior draws
pipe long as arm

A mouthful taste
before release;
she builds clouds

Another puff, stares
unblinking into the
Indian Ocean

note: The poem is in response to the Midweek Motif at Poets United. Pipe smoking ritual in Xhosa culture is practiced by elders of both sexes. The practice is deemed a way of communicating with the ancestors, and less about addiction to smoking.

Khaya Ronkainen
Khaya Ronkainen is a writer, poet and blogger. Her blog focuses on poetry and creative nonfiction, and also features poets and their books.

30 Comments

  1. Love the tone of peace in this poem. Thank you for sharing the pleasure.

  2. Oh this is so beautifully written, and gosh I didn’t know about the smoking ritual in Xhosa.. so very intriguing!

  3. It is interesting how many cultures include tobacco in their cultural and traditional practices, especially as a means of communicating with spirits, or ancestors. I loved this poem!

  4. Perhaps the old ones smoked in moderation as an ancient ritual rather than as an obsessive habit? It is a pity it was commercialised and exploited for profit.

  5. ‘the flame dances / tobacco crackles / Lips pleasured’…perfect words for the prompt…thank you for the note, learnt something new today.

  6. That sounds like a good pleasure – sometimes we must indulge in things that others perceive as unhealthy

  7. We lived in Zimbabwe for five years and underwent a crash course in Ndebele. In that class, we were told about the Xhosa tribe (the pipe smoking people who are also known for their face painting and โ€œclick languageโ€, like Ndebele.
    Very interesting poem, Khaya! Glad I didn’t miss it. Thank you…

  8. Oh the Indian Ocean has a lot of stories to tell, that much I know… love how you’ve captured the details.

  9. A lovely sense of anticipation slowly builds throughout the poem as the ritual of the pipe are lit and shared. This reads so well – a mini-poem story which I didn’t want to end.

  10. How interesting that you lived in Zimbabwe, Panchali! I bet you have lots of stories to tell about the experience. Thank you to you too for reading. You put a smile on my face because that “click language” is my language and the Xhosa tribe are my people. ๐Ÿ™‚

  11. It is an interesting ritual, indeed. Big hugs to you dear, Stacy!
    Oh, about the look of my blog, I’m doing some overdue ‘spring cleaning’. Glad you like the look. ๐Ÿ™‚

  12. I’ve always loved the smell of pipe tobacco ๐Ÿ™‚

  13. The ancient rituals around smoking are interesting. I remember a Native American telling me that many of the important things in life are invisible, and the pipe smoke makes prayers manifest. I never forget that. Lovely poem, Khaya.

  14. “…the pipe makes prayers manifest.” I love that! Though I’m not a smoker, I find the pipe smoking ritual interesting.

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