By Akleyiaha R.
It began quietly.
Timid inklings of fire snailing through
fallen leaves in search
of a wafting breeze
to feed on.
And the wind did come;
making monsters of dwindling flames;
bold, big bellied,
ravishing through blankets of green.
Had it not been
for the careless fling of that
last Du Maurier
there would be no ocean of ash
where pulsing hearts once lived.
Akleyiaha R. is an emerging twenty-one year old Afro-Trinidadian poet whose work can be found or is forthcoming in Dipity Literary Magazine and The Bibliopunk. She is an entrepreneur and student using her words to explore various themes of the human condition. Her writing is a reflection of her experiences, observations and deep feelings and her longing to make a substantial impact through her craft. More of her work can be found on instagram @akleyiahar.poetry
