The Riddle



The Riddle


Steel in hand, a blade is forged.

            Fire refined,

cauterized wounds.

A dragon’s heart, bears

          witness to time.


The sun shines on the raven’s back.

            My blade

 I raise

            no more a task.

Hidden from the gleam it bears,

waste lands wait

                        to produce bounties to share.


     with fire I rage,

            my life a plunder

                        within pages I grace.

The fall of time

will be profound

            as seven serpents

                        from waters found.

A dragon’s heart

       I hold inside

my blade I forged

                        in the fires of life.

 Rebecca Ward


Rebecca Ward is an adventurous, free-spirited woman, who after a career in Broadcast Journalism, is currently a full-time member of the Mississippi Air National Guard. After raising four children Rebecca has returned to her childhood love of creating poetry and art while engulfed in music. Rebecca’s first published poem Mysteries can be found in Bluebird Word’s October 2022 edition. Two pieces of Rebecca’s art “Salty wind”, and “The Bridge” can be found in 805 Lit+Art, and a third painting “A Dragon’s Kiss” can be found in The Sprawl Mag

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