I haven’t smoked for years and sometimes miss
sprinkling aromatic Drum tobacco
on transparent paper,
rolling them between my fingers,
the lick, the kiss
of flame, the inhalation
as it ignites the tip –
but not the frustration
of peeling paper from my lip.
Kim M. Russell, 15th June 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille Monday: Drum
The first things the word ‘drum’ brought to mind were my youth in Germany, summer days outside with friends playing guitar, drinking fruit beer and wine, and smoking roll-ups made from Drum tobacco, usually duty-free brought back from trips over the border to Holland – most of us were students and had hardly any money.