Early Morning Self Portrait

quiet moment

Poem

The smoke flows out
From between my teeth
Like green wind
And ash scatters in the smile.
The smoke is sucked sharply back
With a pain that I love and hate
All at once,
Stirring every hair on my body
Intoxicating my imagination
With clouds of delight
And an abstract vision fills my sight:

I had dreamt in red:
My nose was bleeding
A pool of blood soaking
Into the white dress.
I stare into the scene,
I look at the girl.
The burns stain her fingers
And she spins like a whirligig angel
Under the light
Like a moth hurtling
Towards the flame;
Blissful in ignorance.

In this still quiet moment I have for myself
I watch a single candle glowing in the snow,
And I still prefer the sensation of a pen
To the clicking of keyboard keys.
And it becomes a fever:
I am obsessed with this need.

I still turn to my old music for my comfort;
That glowing safe place inside my head;
My days are reduced to vegetables and bread.
Where is the gravy?
I see myself in the face of a mirror
Thousands of luminous reflected eyes
All belonging to nobody but me,
And all staring back at me like someone else.
Each moment hangs by itself
Suspended in a calm haze;
The beams of shade go sprawling across the floor
Time keeps slipping away.

 

Hello, I am the author of an ongoing poetry collection here on Image Curve, and I recently published an eBook called “Em”. It’s a picture book for kids that I also illustrated. Click here to get your copy on Amazon:

buy Lëaf Ednïwinga’s book on amazon: Em: A Picture-Book Fable

more by Lëaf Ednïwinga

photograph by Stephen Di Donato

Image Curve’s Manifesto

Hire An Editor
Get A Quote For Your Manuscript

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Lëaf Ednïwinga

Artist, dreamer, coffee addict, vagabond traveler and world's most creative adrenaline junkie. I'm in love with poetry & dream to spend my days writing Steampunk fantasy, drinking tea & drawing what butterfly wings look like under a microscope. I have always been most drawn to writing about legends, whether that's retelling them or completely re-imagining them, because there is so much mystery and potential there. I believe that the most inspiration comes from our darkest days, not the ones where we are happiest, because if we are happy, we don't have much to write about. A few years ago, I spent over 9 months in Karaganda, Kazakhstan where I taught EFL during the day and wrote poetry by night. During that time I was at a really fragile point in my life, so writing was really my only escape. I wrote over 200 poems during my time there, which sparked my love of the genre. I don't follow any particular type of poetry or rules, I just write what feels right, sometimes all rhyming, sometimes only partially or internally rhyming, and sometimes not rhyming at all. Besides reading other authors' poetry, I am most inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's and Grimm's Fairytales, and well-written modern fantasies. I like a style that is reminiscent of Tolkien as well as fantasies that borrow a lot of material from preexisting fairy tales, folk legends and mythology. My writing strengths, as told to me by those who have read my work, are a great talent for visual description, especially in my poetry, for example, putting words together that conjure up vivid imagery in people's minds. I like to call that "word-art." I write about people's emotions, I describe feelings that they know very well but can't put into words, and that is why my writing is personal and easy to identify with. One by one, the poems come down From their flight on high Like so many wild, winging birds And alight on my paper, mine at last. To get chapters of my NEW Fantasy series Raven delivered to your inbox every Friday, visit Raven's webpage & enter your email address in the form! http://www.raventheseries.weebly.com Besides weekly chapter of Raven you'll also get: ~Exclusive Freebies, giveaways, discounts, gift cards, prizes, special offer, event tickets, and more!

You may also like...