Spun Memories

    Over in the Garden it is "Get Listed" today.  Patricia shared with us a list of words and we must use at least three of them in our poem.  Yesterday,  I had to meet my daughter at the DMV.   She had gone ahead to school for a meeting.  She was now going to be off probation and can drive after 9pm.  I had to sign papers, now she will receive an official driver's license now. 

      I grabbed my camera before leaving.  I had seen a field of southern snow and wanted to take a few photos.  I had thoughts of light n' dark, and my daughter.   Daughter n' I had a chance to get coffee,  talk a bit,  and shop.  Being a senior this year she doesn't have to go to school til 9:40am.  We said good-bye and I drove to the field.   I found the perfect spot to park and started taking pics.  There is a busy intersection close by and I knew people were watching me, but I didn't care.  The fields near my house aren't growing cotton this year.




Bitter Barbs



Fall weeps
tears fall into sugared snow
southern cotton candy clouds 
gathered n' spun
spitting out seeds of disdain
Remember...
bitter from the sweet 
barbs n' burrs chained thoughts
bleeding light into night's dark edges
as red sun sinks

Fall's haunted storm woven by
barbed claws scraping sky's garden
portal flung open
as spirits taste acid from rooted
 memories fenced with history's disease
they howl n' weep
once more... 


© Ellen Wilson


I think Patricia probably wanted more of a good neighbor type poem.  I might try again-but this is what came as I thought about the history of cotton.


Oh, sorry if you are here for IWSG-I posted over here.  My mistake so visit me here and I will soon visit you.   I have to run to my favorite craft store:  Lowe's! 



Comments

Southern cotton candy - that's a perfect description. Same warning applies - don't eat the yellow snow...
Nice poem and very cool photos!
Anonymous said…
Ella, I so like the alliteration here & I can almost taste the bitterness. Since I was a child, I have had a penchant for Poetry and History. You have connected the two so well in this poem and your intense photos. Thanks for your take on the theme! :)
Ella said…
Hi Patricia! Thank you~ It does hold sadness in it's beauty~ Your list is gorgeous and I will try again! Thank you so much~

Alex-Ooops...I posted my IWSG over at my other blog! I linked it here..so sorry~
I have to run to Lowe's but will be back soon to play catch up~
Thank you for your warning-lol Yes, I do have memories of yellow snow-growing up in the north. You are funny! Thanks Alex~ The new site is amazing :D
At first I thought it was snow. Lovely pictures, Ella.
Tonja said…
I especially like the line "bleeding light into night's dark edges." I am here for IWSG, but glad I did. I like the poem and the pictures.

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Carol Kilgore said…
I love your poetry. Cotton is so pretty when it's growing, but my mother-in-law once picked it back in the day and talked about how back breaking the work was.
Yolanda Renée said…
Oh that's mean, making me think of snow. Yes, I want it to snow, I'm bad, because I know what that means, but it's so, so lovely. Your photo's are awesome! Your poem doubly so!

L. Edgar Otto said…
and when we drive let us not mix the cotton candy with the cotton gin.. I too have fond memories of the cotton field come autumn... turns out the seeds were a nice snack when the cupboard was a little bare but there are effects eating them... but autumn, what a crop of sweet potatoes to dig up even under the snow... nice photos!
Liz Rice-Sosne said…
Your photo is lovely and your words are incredibly moving - fine poem!
Gail said…
"...memories...howl n weep once more..." Beautiful.
Brian Miller said…
pretty cool the barbs scraping the sky's garden...
dont see as many cotton fields around here...most of the corn fields
are giving way to autumn...becoming play grounds for the kids...smiles..
The photos of cotton close up are beautiful, especially the last one.
Margaret said…
"memories fenced with history's disease"... lovely! I was hit with a bit of melancholy as well. I have done what you did... walked a busy street to get to a field or lake to take an image I spied while driving. Lovely photos, btw.
Maude Lynn said…
Beautiful imagery, Ella!
Mary Ann Potter said…
Wow. Seeds of disdain and haunted storms --- wonderful imagery, Ellen. Beautifully done.
Ella said…
Hi Mary Ann! Yes, just being in the field made me sense what it must of been like. So dreadful I can't imagine~ Thank you so much :D
Ella said…
Hi Mama Zen thank you so much~
Ella said…
Thanks for sharing Margaret! I do get stares at times, but I am getting over it, especially if I get the photo I envisioned ;D Thank you so much~
Ella said…
It is amazing to look at! It looks like real cotton ball hanging, but when you get closer you can see the luster n' density! Thank you Mary
Ella said…
Oh, children of the corn! ;D Cops down here hide behind the corn-not fun! Yes, I wanted to conjure up a few spirits lurking-it is October after all! Thank you~
Ella said…
Thank you Gail! :D
Ella said…
Hi Liz, Thank you so much~ It was a bit of a struggle to capture the look I wanted, but it is gorgeous to see the white fluff growing up close-I thought I would share~
Ella said…
Thank you L. Edgar! No, we won't do that ;D
Ella said…
Yolanda-I love it too, but autumn is my favorite season! It can wait-we can wait. Thank you so much~
Did you make it to the beach?!
Ella said…
Hi Charmaine :D
Thank you~
Ella said…
Hi Carol-thank you so much! I read about it online and was shocked about how they had to sort it after and remove the burr. It was as your MIL said bad breaking~
Ella said…
Nice to meet you Tonja! Thank you so much~
Ella said…
Hi Cathrina,
I too thought the same thing the first time I was driving by a field. I had to stop and check it out~
Thank you so much
Lolamouse said…
Fantastic photo, and I think your poem is just perfect!
Ella said…
Hi Lolamouse ;D Thank you!