And Fire – A Free Verse Poem by Leona

Maple and cranberry leaves

Taste the melting

Snow

It seemed to radiate

A certain amount

Of ancient hickory

And fire

I lifted the last leaf 

From the toadstool

To find the ancient city

Of the fae folk

That only appeared in

The autumn light


It’s funny cause I wrote this as a response to an online magazine. I didn’t feel as though it really fit the prompt so I decided to share it here instead. Sometimes prompts take me to random places that I didn’t expect. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing and I’ve been trying to dedicate significant time to the craft. As I do so, I find myself enjoying it more and more. It’s a good place to be and I hope to continue to grow and dream of new adventures to write about.

tis the season

Mysteries and whispered stories

Haunted outings and flick’ring lights

The season of pumpkin glory

Mysteries and whispered stories

Spices burn with allegory

Mysteries and whispered stories

Haunted outings and flick’ring lights


Trying my hand at the  Triolet poetry that Donna showcased over at Go Dog Go Cafe! Photo by me.

Into fall’s hands

“Marvelous darling”

Called the old witch

Sitting on her doorstep

As I ran down the street

To find more red leaves

“Into fall’s hands we rest”

She murmured as I 

Ran back to show her

Three deep maroon maple leaves

I stared at the lovely

Colors

And imagined a world

Where magic existed.

“It does”

The old lady smiled.


This piece is inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge over at Go Dog Go Cafe. Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash