Electric Sparks

existential poem

Poem

 

Slowly waking, one by one,
A hive of glowing fireflies:
I watch them burning to life
Wondering what dreams they’re dreaming
What each one is thinking
Alone in his glowing cell;
Bright angels in prison.

Your fur crackles with sparks
I can see you huddled in the dark.
And I can see your eyes, watching.
There is a knowing gleam in your glance
That the candle-light catches;
It unnerves me.
My head screams out:
What do you know?

I want you to map it all out for me,
Get it down in pen and ink:
Show me how they were mocking me,
Why are you hiding that smile?
Thick, puddingy slime drips down my neck:
Slick, cool, red, stained black with rot.
Blood? This doesn’t surprise me
It’s relaxing just to lie here in the growing pool.

I can feel the shock in my brain,
Electricity ricochets from every rafter
My eyes are fading but I can still see
The dark stars rising above a sea of blue wheat.
The clouds are wheeling by in the stormy sky,
I feel black feathers brush my face
As my heart moves in its last beat,
As my eyes are closing…

 

more by Lëaf Ednïwinga

photograph by Joao Silas

 

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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!

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