And Fire – A Free Verse Poem by Leona

Maple and cranberry leaves

Taste the melting


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


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


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




Black dots to

Swim across the

Other worldly planes.

The shade of leaves,

Phantoms of a 

Looking glass that has

Stilled the stream




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 reflection

Among the lily pads

On the cool clear 


Settled into a simple

Charmed life


My soul

Resting in the shadow

Of the trees


On the crisp


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?