September Magic

September poem



Today, when I was walking
I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another.
In the faces of strangers walking down the path
I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me.
It was surreal, as if from some other life.

I think it’s the horrible magic of September doing this to me.
The weather is bittersweetly cold
And the smokey smell of wood-fires
Contrasts with the impending frost.
Nostalgia always strikes me this time of year.
I see rich red and golden leaves
When I close my eyes
And feel the prickle
Of a woolly bear’s fur on my cheek.


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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! 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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2 Responses

  1. michelle morlan says:

    Very nice and so interesting to think about, love those little woolly bears this time of the year. I had that happen to me while I was living in Japan for a month. I started to see my friends faces in their faces every where I went.

    • Leaf Edniwinga says:

      I know, its a surreal experience, isn’t it?

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