Get Listed

Ed Pilolla  give us a list for the  Get Listed poem.  Here is his list  -we had to pick at least three words.  I highlighted mine.   Thanks Ed-I enjoyed this challenge~

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MAKEOVER

Sunlight blushes sits by me

She's late---

paint lesson rearranged

due to gray funeral

she splashes mauve at me with

 her scarlet fingernails

I grin and murmur

she teases me---about my silver curls

fluttering wing of a magpie waves to us

cold breeze rustles across me

she cast her long liquid fingers 

warming me

trenches of life pull at her

must draw the final curtains of day

she encourages me to follow

into dark ocean's playground

I shiver in pewter depths

she winks

tomorrow at noon

I'll highlight your silver curls  Rose Gold

an audience of chirping will cheer us

she teases me

I'll hide my tendrils under cloudy hat

I'll toss it on top of Bald Mountain 

you'll see my hair spill out

see you at noon

© Ellen Wilson

Color wheel

Over at dVerse, Claudia offered us a color wheel-a chance to pick a color and write a poem. She colorful shared several of her gorgeous views.   This isn't a color I would normally pick, but  I am working on a piece of art.   I am intrigued by this book: 
The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems,  by Emily Dickinson.  I read about her penchant for the color white-so I decided to go with it.

 *Emily Dickinson's white dress*

Caged dove once painted

 white washed hope

grew up daisy eyed fresh

holding feathered whispers

of forbidden love
notes of white heat lost

tulle veil layered

 under frozen pearls

planting unseen roots

in pasture of stars

 pooling wax settles

threading her silken eyes

as stiff expectations

cloud her zigzag stitches
tearing glued sentiments
while rain pours

fertile thoughts onto

"The soul's clean white paper"

© Ellen Wilson

I did discover one of Emily's favorite books was Aurora Leigh by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.   This quote is in the book, as are many references to the color white.  I think Emily thought of herself as a canvas, a blank page.   

Honey Let's Suckle

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Honey Let's Suckle

Arms of angels 

cascade n' tangle 

 golden halos tickle my nose

seeping into grace of day

glistening gray wings whisper

along the briny sea as

more green stars burst

vines of childhood offer

 suckling cups of tea

to humming guests

 exit stage right as

magician's flame flickers

pockets of curling tendrils

coax ivy to play
creep n' climb wrought iron gate

sun's jewels a curtain against clouds of grey

face the bay blue window

perfumed waifs of honeyed air

shouts come-hither

as devotion drapes

n' enchanting sweet caress

we swim a dizzy dance.

© Ellen Wilson

 ~For Kerry's Wednesday challenge in The Imaginary Garden~