I love looping poetry so decided to give it another go for the Imaginary Garden. I am sorry if there is dark in my verse. I just saw the sun wink at me for the first time in a week. My house feels damp n' all this rain is affecting my mood.
...thin skin like ripples
ripples revealing delicate network of green
green wisdom tucked below silence sense
sense doesn't listen its edges curl
curls reveals more envy
envy rings like a pebble in the pond
pond invites me to skip
skip rocks into bruises of skin- now thin...
...muse likes quiet
quiet spearmint whispers, gathered moss haven
haven with cheery polka dots on fresh linens
linens stained with harsh voices
voices leave frozen rings which paint chills
chill(ed) with edges- slip like silverware
silverware stabs and cuts
cuts which scar skin's red dots pool
pool runs into ever blue
blue which gives wings to cinnamon birds
birds nest dreams
dreams hide in pick up sticks
sticks inspire art's muse...
...Castle stormed by ogre
ogre no longer kind
kind(ness) moved out spirits moved in
in(side) she hides her voice
voice of blue sky n' clouds
clouds circle her n' whisper: come play
where sepia photos make red crown bloom
bloom of red dangles like threads
threads tangle during day-no ease
ease doesn't live in the castle...
© Ellen Wilson