14 Lines

© Isadora Gruye

 

I look for her along the tempest sky

   n' whiskey sea

her Glassine eyes open

dusk to moon's tide.

Her siren's song spun me like gypsy gold

outlined my Porcelain sails

my heart cracked like leather.

Landlubber now

my bones sit on our gateway bench

our natura morta.

Our journey once

 threaded by silver stars and an indigo atlas

Her winged wisdom now perched

as a mute Swan.

    © Ellen Wilson

  

Over in the Garden-Kerry shared Izy's photos and asked us for 14 lines.  I also thought I would participate in the Poetry Pantry!   Happy Sunday~

Wheels

Hannah over in the Garden, gave us a prompt today that aligned real well, with a Tarot card reading I had the other day.   I did get the Wheel of Fortune card-time to take a risk, I was told~

I thought it would be fun to combine the two-the card's meaning and the Wheel Spider!

How clever this stunning creature is!  

Fallen star

spirals in gold dust

tumbleweed fashion

eight spokes curled

into cosmic expression

spins faster n' faster

and

snowballs into

Cirque de Soleil

© Ellen Wilson