By Monty Vern
Once when I was six years old,
My brother gave me
A rolled joint to hold
While he struck the match
Lighting the twisted end until it glowed.
The first inhale tickled my throat’s back,
Coughing violently, I dropped it
And quickly received a whack
from my brother’s slap
for wasting my first hit with a hack.
It fell into the crispy leaves
Below us like a threatening spark;
Singeing the edges of a leaf below our knees,
But not with any real danger
For the Vermont spring’s moisture never fully flees.
My second breath in was a victory;
As tendrils of smoke warmed,
My lungs and escaped my nose slowly;
My last clear thought being
I’m cool now, exhaling so casually.
I remember it starting with a giggle,
As everything suddenly became so funny;
Rainbow’s colours seemed to wriggle,
And Clouds shadow tickled our fancy,
All thinking turning to a scribble.
Clarity returned in no hurry;
Funny turned to quiet,
Bringing with it a sense of worry;
As the idea of being caught
Suddenly became much more scary.
As far as I know Mom never knew;
At least not till writing this down;
So, let’s just say for the record none of this was true
Notes on the Author & Illustrator
Everything Monty touches turns to gold. This experience, encapsulated in a poem is just gold, and the image is a nothing short of shimmering beauty. We are in love with Monty and everything he does. A writer, poet/blogger and incredibly talented illustrator. Monty’s illustrations have brought our series to life and given further depth to all the guest posts. All illustrations provided throughout My First Time are original, bespoke works of Monty Vern. Monty has also created “My First Time…Behind the Scenes” – a companion series to #MyFirstTime. In this exclusive series Monty allows us to take a longer walk through his mind when creating images for My First Time. A collaboration in every sense, when you get a glimpse into the inner workings of a creatives mind! Keep up with the whole series by following T.B.C and Monty Vern.