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. 




 

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    1. Emily was a sweetie~ Thank-you, Shay!

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  2. You engage all the senses with this. "Deep fried perfume" really sets the scene and drew me right in. Bravo!

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    1. I am craving French Fries-I only eat them twice a year. Once at a fair and at Christmas. Yes, I am an adult who likes a Happy Meal ;D

      Thank you, so much~

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  3. So wonderful to pick out all the allusions to Emily Dickinson's poetry, Ella. This is such an uplifting poem.

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    1. Hi Kerry,
      Thank you, so much~ I was going to do an Ode by Pablo, but the whole reason I was intrigued by the book was Emily. You are sweet~

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  4. I agree with Kerry...I love the way you included your poet of choice. This challenge was imaginative and fun...thank you, Ella!

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    1. Hi Hannah,
      I do wish I had gone into her reclusive mode more-but I think it would of been difficult and not so fun~ I wanted it to be more of a magical mindset~ Thank you!

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  5. "We climb to hope's feathers
    in a red cart, tumbling to and fro
    like a basket of gingerbread."

    Hahah! Oh Emily!

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    1. Hi Susan,
      Yes, I know she put gingerbread in a basket and with a rope lowered it to her nieces and nephews~ I had to go there-lol~

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    1. Hi Karin,
      Thank you~ I will be by to visit you! You are kind~

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  7. I love the title, the climb to "hope's feathers" and the basket of gingerbread. This is very cool, Ella!!!!! Loved it.

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    1. Hi Sherry! I kinda wanted to go into her hermit tendencies, but then how would I get her on a Ferris Wheel?! Tell her the moon was a white flower in her garden..nah! Thank-you~

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  8. This is beautiful, Ella.
    Nice to see you writing once again.

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    1. Hi Mary, I have missed poetry~ You are so sweet! I enjoyed reading your words again, too~ Thank-you, so much~

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  9. What is so enticing about this piece is how you drew Miss Emily out of her reclusion, & put a smile on her face; letting us see how she responds to joy. I admit though, if you had gone with Poe, that would have a challenge too.

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    1. I agree! I decided not to go in to her hermit tendencies and just put her there~ I did start one with Pablo Neruda an Ode. Still working on it though~ Thank you, Glen!

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  10. Glad to see Emily having fun ;-) Nice work!

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    1. Hi Rhymeswithbug, thank you-so much! Yes, dear Emily sure did need some sunshine~

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  11. on top of the world- we kiss Cotton
    candy clouds and watch tiny tea cups
    twirl n' spin like jewelry box
    ballerinas

    One can readily get inspired by Emily.You came in with spectacular lines, Ella!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank! I hope you are doing well~ You are very kind!

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  12. I'm late to the fair but wanted to join the fun prompt! Enjoyed the ride with Emily :)

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    1. Hi Lynn! You are sweet~ Yes, I would love it-if Emily could see the world now~

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  13. Beautiful description of fair sights, sounds and experiences. Looking forward to reading your poem for Poe - it is the month of the macabre! Sorry, I'm so late.
    Hope all is well with you and yours! How's teaching going?

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    1. I am late~ I have been sick and didn't teach, but working on other projects~ I have missed you and blogging~ I hope to make a come back this week~ You are always so sweet-thank you!!!

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