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.

Cleopatra-A Free Verse Poem by Leona

Mark my words

Antony

For just as Ra

Brings the sun and

Horus brings time

So I will

Becon my love

To you

.

Try to leave

Try to fly away

But my words will

Reach you

.

For the spell

Has been cast

And prayers have

Been asked

The art of my

Love has

Enchanted you

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I am taking a slight break from story writing as I am traveling for the holiday. During this season, I always find it difficult to write and keep a regular schedule. But it’s worth it, right? To see friends and family and spend time with loved ones. I think so. I hope you enjoyed my poem inspired by the great Ptolemaic Queen.

Stationary Solitude

Waves ripple

Swiftly melting moments

And I reflect

On the mirror

Of the universe

.

Stationary

.

Black dots to

Swim across the

Other worldly planes.

The shade of leaves,

Phantoms of a 

Looking glass that has

Stilled the stream

.

Solitude

.

I found breath and

Double vision memories

That always

Tenderly uncover

My innermost desire

To inhabit

This quiet world.


I wrote this poem in response to the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge. You can find the photo I was inspired by here. I have been trying to write in response to various ‘challenges’ that I find online! It has been such a good way to push myself creatively and think outside the box. Recently, I have found myself less inclined to write about my personal life but I still want to create and feel inspired. These exercises have been a pleasant way to continue writing but not have to dig so deep… I wonder if this is part of the artistic process. After writing about myself for so long, it feels refreshing to take a step back and take inspiration from elsewhere. In this poem, I use the word “I” and you might be thinking “Isn’t this poem about yourself??”. Although this poem uses a first person pronoun, I don’t see myself reflected in the poem rather the “I” represents the reader. You really have to take a look at the picture to understand. Photo by Pepe Reyes on Unsplash

My

My reflection

Among the lily pads

On the cool clear 

Dawn

Settled into a simple

Charmed life

.

My soul

Resting in the shadow

Of the trees

Embanked 

On the crisp

River

Settled into a charmed

Simple life


Not much to say about this poem. Change and new adventures sit on my horizon and I long for a ‘simple charmed life’. But maybe I already have it?

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