Leon Fleming

I see an author sitting still

a page and pen nearby,

And all the pages waiting till

the frugal pen drew by.

No thought to author of the pen

nor melody untied

Who sat and gazed on at the page

the blank, unhelpful side.

It fell upon the tabletop

abiding on until

The writer drew upon his mind

and let the story spill.

But fraught with frantic melodies

the author lost his train of thought,

His story found no lasting rhyme

distraught so he became.

The author then, I saw, did speak

and bellow down upon

That page just lying there—What cheek!

to sit here staring on.

He yelled and bellowed very loud

and drew a passing stare

As still he screamed unto that crowd

of pages sitting there.

Then in a fit, he left a bit

and drank some water, till

His breath was slower, he could sit

to watch the pages more.

Leon Fleming

Author of A String of Words

Leon Fleming has lived a cozy life — so far — moving from place to place in California. Although he cannot bear the thought of leaving the great waves and the many sands of Fort Bragg, he wishes to move to northern Idaho, where you can hunt in your own backyard. He is currently working on an epic fantasy novel entitled The Shadow of Judgement, and is in the slow but steady process of writing poetry, outlining various manuscripts, making detailed maps, entering poetry contests, studying linguistics, poetry, prose, as well as other things, reading, listening to music, eating, sleeping, and creating a large amount of languages for a fictional fantasy world. Right now, he’s probably sitting at home, reading a book and drinking a large cup of coffee.