Thursday, September 17, 2015

Hope is a Ferris Wheel


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. 




 

Friday, February 6, 2015

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