Tuesday, 21 October 2025

Two Poems by Joan Leotta

 






Wary is the Head that Needs a Crown


 

Last Monday my front tooth crown broke

when I chomped down

on a healthy stick of celery.

 

Sadly, the small white crown that for years

had shielded the tooth to the right of my

incisors, tumbled out in pieces

from between my lips onto a napkin.

 

I told my dentist that I doubted our

health insurance would cover as “accident,”

replacement due to “encounter with a celery stick.”

 

He laughed at that idea, but

after I told him the failed crown

had been slipped over that too small canine

fifty-seven years ago, he said,

 

“I’m amazed! Your new crown,

will likely only last fifteen.”

I made an appointment.

 

So, three weeks from yesterday

my aging teeth will continue their

journey with a new porcelain passenger.

Until then, all eating must proceed warily.

 

I am pampering that tiny, now naked, tooth

by cutting my food into small pieces

to reduce its biting duties.

 

After the royal crown is placed, I’ll

carefully enjoy chomping again,

with my aged, weary, 77-year-old teeth wondering

which will last longer--me or my new crown?



 

Discovering a Wasp Gathering Pollen from My Hibiscus Flower


 

I leaned forward to snap

a photo of that year’s first

glorious red hibiscus petals

spreading open amid green

leaves in our front porch pot.

 

I’d not heard a buzz

so I was surprised the sight--

a yellow and black striped

creature gathering pollen

from the heart of my hibiscus.

 

No worries, I thought.

Bees are always welcome.

Then the creature turned.

Not a bee! A wasp!

Stinger pointed right at me.

 

This creature whose life was

bent on stinging, harming

was trying to rob the hibiscus pollen

from neighbouring bees prevent

from a close encounter with its beauty.

 

However, since he was armed,

I stepped back, hoping he’d leave.

He buzzed in triumph but then,

even as I considered ways to evict

him from the bloom,

 

I realized beauty belongs to all—

even unexpected, even undesired,

visitors, even those who come 

masqueraded in friendly colors

and left him to enjoy our sweet hibiscus.








 

Joan Leotta is a writer and Story Performer whose tooth is now crowned!

She misses her hibiscus but is otherwise glad to be back in Fairfax VA, near family. When not chained to her keyboard she gives folklore performance and a one-woman show presenting Louisa May Alcott, Author, Civil War Nurse, and seamstress.


Joan Leotta
Author, Story Performer
“Encouraging words through Pen and Performance”
Folk, Fairy, and Personal Tales of friendship, kindness, food, family, and strong women.
Now also Presenting Author visits by Louisa May Alcott.
As writer, Nominated for Pushcart, Best of Net, Best of Micro fiction, Western Peacemaker Award 
Awardee in Presswomen, Robert Frost, Silver Arts, Dancing Poetry
"Feathers on Stone" poetry chapbook available from me and at

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