Monday, November 17, 2014

Open Garden






The World According to Gray Wings


dripping light
 filters day's blue quilt
as ballerina twirls honey bleached wax
onto sea's
web of diamonds n' lace
perched on worn gray wharf
my mind-a buoy
bobs up n' down in 
tangled seaweed's brine
my feather floats
for an angel
her thin skin ripples
as her edges of courage curl
heart bruised by
 a skipping rock
tossed by the Polka dot girls
her heart's fragile edges
wash onto shoal of 
memories-

A sign from Grandfather Sky
fringes light on my gift
reminds
Diamonds in the rough
to shine.





©Ella Wilson 



















Saturday, November 8, 2014

Imaginary Garden is Transforming

Hannah, offered a prompt  for Transforming Friday-sorry, I am late. 
Antelope Canyon, USA-is hauntingly beautiful! 

"The Navajo name for Upper Antelope Canyon is Tsé bighánílíní, which means "the place where water runs through rocks" and the Lower Antelope Canyon is Hazdistazí or "spiral rock arches." Both are located within the LeChee Chapter of the Navajo Nation."  -Thank you, Hannah  for this magical prompt~

(A beam of light in Upper Antelope Canyon
in Arizona. Lucas Löffler wiki cc)







Secret Love Child



The Antelope knows of their secret love child-
Tears from the sun fall often
  she casts off  her ribbons of sunset 
Cadence of patterns shift 
speak of their union
 moon remembers nightly he paints with moonbeams-
shadow puppets for his child.

Honey eyed girl-her face is scrubbed pink by sands of time
wind is her caregiver-

Our sweet girl will never know muddy green of day 
or see the ocean's kiss
Mom's loosened curls spiral downward 
and tickle her daughter's face
the glow of her peach skin tilts upward
 towards her parents' slow waltz

Tousled light reflects halos of gold
tunneled n' trapped like flowing caramel kisses.

Sign Language helps parents cope
their unhinged happiness
like Origami folds
as gently wind protects their girl 
and paints mirrors of her parent's light
within. 

©Ella Wilson 







Saturday, November 1, 2014

Black Hole

How was your Halloween?! 


Mine, was odd-I missed my kids helping me decorate, watching a late night horror movie, the fun of  making one another scream, and the local Haunted House.   I didn't dare go alone-but I did go with my husband to a neighborhood party.  My neighbors are always fun and had quite a gathering of spirits. There were Ebola patients, Walking Dead Zombies, Ozzy was there, a beer bottle and a bar fly, someone was dressed like Duck Dynasty and a wolf with a red cape-who caught and ate Red Riding Hood. 

Fireblossom asked us to write a poem.  I am late to the party-I mean pond, but I  still wanted to give it a try.


"Write something spooky for Halloween! It'll be sweeeeet."


 My Trick or Treaters were funny this year!  Kids were telling me what they wanted. "I love suckers-I want chocolate, I like those gummie rings."  One neighborhood boy I didn't recognize took off his mask when I said, "Good-bye guys and dolls."  

"It is me-Austin,  you didn't recognize me because my hair grew."   I couldn't see his hair under the mask.  

"Oh, yeah..I need some of that.  What did you use?"
He told me I could get this product at Wal-mart.   


My favorite costume was a  girl about ten years old dressed in a Day of the Dead costume.  She had red roses tangled in her black hair, white make-up with soul haunting black eyes and a few detailed cobwebs drawn on the corners of her blackened mouth and the corners of her forehead. Her costume matched her  make-up.  I asked if she had seen the movie, The Book of Life-"No, not yet, but I want to."  She seemed startled when I said:

"Me, too!"



I took this photo when I was home.  In Native American medicine, it is said their totem is magic.  Their courage enters the dark void in the great mysteries of life.  Ravens always bring a message.  "Magic comes from the void of darkness and the challenge is to bring it to light."   Medicine Cards



Black Hole



writing eye lost
in concave shards
among burnt parched trees
 blue-black wings singed
as trembling mouth quivers
beak taps on rocks n'raping ice
splinters of cold shards penetrate
soul's lament

witness blue aperture
capture
 moon's blood seeping into 
 strong arms of midnight
she gives birth 
claws awakening
scratch dawn's Tangerine eye
as iridescent cross-hatched breath
lingers in north wind's portal
I feel pinned to the sky's wrinkles
until flooding light reveals my
change
 a black hole heart.

©Ella Wilson 











Saturday, October 25, 2014

Play it Again Toads





Have you ever heard a house sigh?
like hissing dried pine cones in a woodstove
the snap n' crackle of old skeletal bones rocking
in staycation mode

do you smell  wintergreen dislocated joints 
the smoulder of orange coals with gray chalk
cracked fine china thoughts rise high as lost prayers
in swirling apple wood smoke
 their voices hover in the sizzle-snap
of old  knotted pine legs surrendering to the knock

tap, tap, tap 
their red n' black faces searching
for scoundrel Peg-leg Pete
or is it a Hob Nob goblin tickling ivory keys
humming a salty ballad
No, it is I hammering an Underwood
clickety-clack as the carriage snaps back 
my  gray rose blooms, once more.

©Ellen Wilson 



My attempt at Kerry's prompt to write a Dylan Thomas poem.  I need to practice a bit more-but I had fun trying to attempt this challenge!
Thank you, Margaret and Kerry!! 

This poem is a lame attempt at the challenge Play it Again Toads #10,  over in the


Thursday, October 23, 2014

Bouncing Back

I never intended to be away this long.  Being hyperthyroid was exhausting.  I was supercharged with energy and couldn't sit still.  I walked, talked, drove fast-everything was too fast.  Ideas felt like a hive of bee at first a vibrant swirling energy, some sweet thoughts and others felt like being stung.  I felt dizzy, hungry, couldn't sleep well, and felt like I was struck by lightning.



 My family was easily annoyed with me.  I had eaten too much seafood when we drove home to Maine.  I guess I tried to make up for not being home for five years-in a week.   I told my doctor, but  he prescribed new meds.  Meds I didn't want-because what goes up must come down. I wanted to skip a few days of meds-no, that isn't the way to treat this-I was told.   I was too fast, bouncing like a top into things, eventually I wobbled into a slow dance and then a standstill.   I tried to explain-likely too much iodine, but nothing worked.  So, I took the pale pink pills and ended up too slow.  I haven't felt like this since I was diagnosed 15 yrs ago-a human Tilt o' Whirl.  I am better now!

I have missed all of you, missed blogging, missed the sense of community!  People in my real world label me crazy, weird and an artist.  I use to feel odd about the labels, but now I laugh.  I see potential in everything, a fallen leave, a piece of string, and yes, a water bottle.
A gift for my daughter out of a coffee bag and a water bottle.  Yeah-sometimes I think I am cursed and other times I think it is a gift-it depends on the day! 



  I believe we are all creative-most of us tuck it away, hide it for a rainy day, or worse-for later in life!   WE all need to be creative now-it is a gift, an escape, a portal to bridge your inner and outer worlds!   Find a way every day to use your gift-I laugh at the crazy comments, now.  I actually smile and think yeah-I'm different!

Pharrell Williams on the TV show, The Voice said, "I'm weird, we are weird, you are weird, being the same is lame!"  Ok, maybe that wasn't the exact quote but it is close.  Yes, birds of a feather flock together, but some birds are blue, others red and some have yellow on their heads. Oh, damn I don't want to sound like Dr. Seuss.


Be the best you!

The Dr. said it better:

                                                                                                                               Dr. Seuss


My parents






So, love the flaws, the weird and crazy-to heck with those who think you are lazy!



Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tangled in Emotions



I never planned to stop blogging for this long.  I had an art challenge to finish, a list my daughter and I plotted  to conquer before she moved away to college.

 I became sick and two visits to my Dr's office didn't give me any answers.  I went to the ER and again-no help!  I was in pain and needed something to get rid of the fire I felt burning in my lower abdomen.    Thanks to the internet-I know, I know don't self diagnose-I found some relief, a few ways to lower the PH in my body.  I gave up coffee, I drank green swamp juice, ate differently, drank water like a camel getting ready to embark on a long journey.(and I did-two of them.) In my zombie state of mind-I started to improve.  I didn't sleep much during this ordeal.  I heard the words:  Cancer, may be related to Kidney stones, Autoimmune and go back to your PCM.                              

I am better and hopeful!!  I am going to the Dr. next week.

Hubby n' I drove our daughter to her new home-college.  When we returned my mother's sister-my favorite aunt had passed away.   Two days later we were driving to Maine. We returned on Sunday in a fog-we have been over 2500 miles since August 15th.    Last night, my daughter's boyfriend called me and had a plan in place.  He was taking our daughter on a picnic and they were climbing a mountain to see the sunset.  When they reached the summit, he was going to propose!   It was odd since my mother gave me her wedding gown.   The last time I had been home was for my cousin's wedding.  Last night,  I received the call-they are engaged!   Daughter's boyfriend told his roommate and my daughter's roommate and they set the stage for a party!  They were greeted with streamer, balloons, cookies and cheer!  Today, my daughter found out she has been accepted into an Acapella group.

What a crazy ride August has been!   I have missed all of you, missed writing and blogging!!!
I hope you are well and life is good for you~  


 WE are crossing the Belfast bridge-almost home! 

I am not home until my feet reach the end of the timeworn wharf!  Do you think I let this sign stop me?!

No way-no how!  

Monday, July 21, 2014

Boomerang Metaphor Poem

  I have been sick-the dreaded summer cold.  I hate getting a cold, but in summer the sauna like humidity just makes me wilt.   I over heard my daughter and her boyfriend talking.  I guess the plan is not to return next summer.  I kinda suspected this news, but hearing it induced a sense of panic.  I have been on a mission to make memories.  We went to the Southern Hotel the other day and stopped to visit shop proprietor, Laura Carsey and artist, Ingrid McEntire.


Yes, I am behind on my 100 Days of Happy challenge. I made a collage-this covers from July 8-July 16.


 I found my daughter's childhood tea set.  The colors are mismatched and resemble Fiestaware.   
Cheerful, happy memories surfaced when I found this tiny cup. July 17



Now, time for a poem-I am so behind on blogging and writing!  Summer happened-

Here are happy photos for July 18,19th and 20.  Tomorrow I will post two pics to catch-up. I am using these photos to inspire a poem.  My friend, Hannah created a new form of poetry called Boomerang Metaphors.  You can read more about it here~  Congrats, Hannah!



This poem is an apron.
This poem is a Valentine from the sea.
This poem is a small token.

This poem is a kite on a clothesline
a pocketful of posies
a pink Depression ware plate
where memories are bleached n' hung
prayers for wet kisses for my roses
for your arms to hug me
This poem is an apron.


This poem is a gift from the sea
hear the ocean's breeze sing a bewitching tale
of the sea's marriage to the coast
as the waves kiss the shore
tumbling milky glass remembers
favors of love's stormy romance 
This poem is a Valentine from the sea.


This  poem is kissed by violet leaves
 where words gather on a lazy porch swing
in timeless word-homes
as Ice tea's tears collect and puddle
watching Monarch's floral wings embrace the blue fringe of day
tiny stars collected in a Mason jar lighting my pathway to you
This poem is a small token. 


This poem is an apron worn by my grandmother-now mine.
This poem is a Valentine kissed by a salty breeze.
This poem is a small token of violet freshness tucked in a word-home.


 ©Ellen Wilson