A Christmas Walk

by Lëaf Ednïwinga · 16 December 2015

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The blooms have blown;
Fall birds have flown,
Something secret in the days has changed from warm to cold
And the young woman in me feels it too,
Chill air makes her feeble and old.

Now flecks of white are falling down,
Summer’s but a distant dream:
It’s Christmas day in town.
Someone busily chops wood to feed a smokey fire
The resounding echo makes the whole wood ring.
Snow-blossoms alight on the blackbird’s wing.

In the gloaming shades it’s a cold carpet I walk:
Grey diamonds, thousands glittering underfoot,
Frost like velvet crystals clings to every naked stalk.
The starlight prickles through the gloomy cloud curtain,
Hanging low and thick as wool over the towers of the town.

I often look up and lose myself in endless winter sky,
Soaring amid gaunt heavens, I close my eyes and drown.
Feelings leftover from the old year swirl and tangle in my brain,
Pawing and flitting all about like furry moth feet:
Memories flicker inside my winter dream:
Silky scraps of poemful days and slivers of cold blue rain.

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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!