Today I am doing a poetry prompt over in the Imaginary Garden inspired by a book-Hope is a Ferris Wheel. The challenge is to take a well known poet to the fair/carnival.
Deep fried perfume
as faded tattoos and toothless grins
speak of cheap thrills
Step right up to ride a rusty bolted yellow wheel
Emily named it- the sun's eye
Maybe she is the Queen of Cups
"THE BRAIN is wider than the sky"
she tells me.
We climb to hope's feathers
in a red cart, tumbling to and fro
like a basket of gingerbread.
A blurred blue sky is ours
on top of the world- we kiss Cotton
candy clouds and watch tiny tea cups
twirl n' spin like jewelry box
ballerinas. And laugh
"Tea for Tutu"
I had company and wanted to write my poem sooner. I hope to pen one about Poe. My poem is about Emily Dickinson on the Ferris Wheel.