Hope is a Ferris Wheel

 

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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

lingers

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. 

 

Poetic Eye in the Garden

Over in the Imaginary Garden -I wasn't happy with my first poetic attempt, so try, try again.   I decided to write about my nightly walks.  Inspiration can dazzle me, like the stars.  And I am racing home as words spill from my mind and circle me like sheep, before the fence of dreamland arrives.

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Tug of Words

Moon smiles

under stars' umbrella

Lifeguard perched in 

blackberry sea

 scent of salty brine 

n' pine pitch

perfume night's whispers. 

I trample along my

 hemispheres 

when brain splits

 dandelion wishes

scatter*****

falling arcs of 

 syllables 

in sonorous tones

  lift, 

 float

n' drift
drumming my mind.

Moonlight's color

 now Ivory tusk

taunts my

  geography's mood

shadowed mountains outline sea

like Lemon Meringue 

I see sweetness

some bitter notes

under her

flashlight mood.

Waves of white 

cloud blush

wash ashore

as ocean's salt n' moon

play tug of war

within my veins.

I travel onward

chasing

dandelion's wishes

and daffodilly dreams

into 

twilight's smirk

as

my third 

eye wakes. 

©Ella Wilson