Saturday, August 31, 2013

A Cautionary Tail

Nature's Cake

 Dessert grows on my deck
 on heart shaped platters
inviting green temptation
a cautionary tail
braves the castle's giant
howling good time till ice
frosts nature's cake.

© Ellen Wilson

Our hound has been freaking out every time he goes outside. He runs around  the deck sniffing,  yipping and howling.   My husband told me last week he woke up and saw a rabbit on our deck.  "Right Don, sure a rabbit climbed up onto our deck and when you looked out he was climbing down the stairs.  What have you been drinking?"   I laughed.   No, I didn't believe him, but two nights ago when I let out our beagle, Buster I saw a shadow off the side of a deck.   I thought it was a mouse or a bird.  I said to Don, "Let's put out your trail camera and see for ourselves."   He was happy to confirm his story this morning, when he showed me the proof!

I was stunned!  I am glad I didn't make a bet with him-I would have lost big time!   
Can you believe it?!

So I googled 'Do rabbits eat Morning Glories?'  I have a lot of them growing on my deck.  They do-they love the tender green heart shaped leaves-the tiny new ones.  Sure enough I have a few vines that are almost clean.  I did spy some more tiny green hearts.  We are putting the trail camera back out to night, to see more enchantment.  I guess my muse isn't the only one that loves my deck!  They must be really delicious to dare climb up the stairs and tempt fate. I can't imagine the scene if Peter Rabbit meets my crazy beagle, Buster-I mean the giant!

Whodunnit in the Garden?

Over in the Garden Corey took us to a virtual bar in New Orleans, a touch of spirits, great music and a poetic mystery linger in the air.   A damn WhoDunnit on Bourbon Street has left our blog proprietor Kerry in tears.  Stolen words was how the news release put it.  The announcement of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry had been awarded to a poet by the name of -lets just say it wasn't a Toad who won.  Everyone who lingers in the Garden is called a Toad.   The mystery involves Kerry-she had just written the same poem-with the exception of the last line-which really didn't fit. 

Absinthe photo credit: wallyg via photopin cc

We are to write a poem revealing the last line of stolen poetry and announce whodunnit!

Words spilled everywhere
 like glorious dew or swamp water
which pond do you prefer
clean n' fresh
or scum thick
dangling participles stirred the night
Green Goddess
clouding your sky
making new pigment
floating colored eyes
in a fish bowl
What taunted Van Gogh?
 Goddess told him his ear was Luna Moth
"But best of all was the warm thick slobber
 Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water" 
as fingerprints faded into lost stars.

© Ellen Wilson

Whodunnit-Semus Heaney
In his defense, he was a spirit when he tossed one back with us at the bar.  His last walk on earth.  We didn't know who he was-just a kindly elderly man with Chia pet white hair.

*From Death of a Naturalist, published 1966.*
Raise a glass to Seamus-he was a true talent!  I think he would of enjoyed our Garden!
Here are a few of his amazing lines~

Is wooed into the cyclops' eye
Of a tarn. Our unfenced country
Is bog that keeps crusting
Between the sights of the sun.

They've taken the skeleton
Of the Great Irish Elk
Out of the peat, set it up
An astounding crate full of air.

Butter sunk under
More than a hundred years
Was recovered salty and white.
The ground itself is kind, black butter

From his poem:  Bogland

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Enchanted Muse

 My Morning Glory Cafe-I sacrificed this chair for the glories to cling and climb.  The comfy chairs are on the other side of the table.  I wish you could stop by for some tea. 

Yes, one can't have a good story-I mean yard without a bit of poison lurking.

 This is Morning Glories' cousin Moonflower.  She only appears at night.

Yes, we need an enchanting prince I mean main character in our tale. I caught this toad in a humble abode.

Good bye sweet prince-do drop by again for a thimbleful of tea.  How about  tomorrow morning at my Morning Glory Cafe. 

I am being silly, but thought I would show you where my muse loves to linger.  Poor thing, her penmanship is dreadful.   Her notes look like chicken scratch.  So, I have to drag her back indoors and make her type.   Where does your muse linger?!

Monday, August 26, 2013


Thank you Lolamouse for sharing Elena Kalis' gorgeous photos! 

Moon Flower

Datura gathers her pale white skirt 
she twirls
it billows like a cloud
calling to Mother of Pearl watch me, 
watch me dance
fragile silver threaded light drapes
 into the Black current Sea
 silk sails unfold
 perfume like ink 
haunts the night
longevity lingers
silver leaf dreams
tarnish in the flux of dark shadows
shine on cosmic cousins
bridging night n' day
soon Snow Queen
will paint you
her gray scarf clouds
will trumpet splashes of
alabaster white
as sky's sails
slip away

waiting for the misty morn
to lower mast

© Ellen Wilson

I tried to grow Moonflowers last year-no luck until the end of October.  One appeared in my window box. This year I am enjoying see these blooms appear, as the sun goes down and the moon rises.  They are the size of my hand-wide open and their scent is enchanting.  It is a blend of faint Lily of the Valley and Jasmine.

  Elena's photo and my flowers inspired this poem!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Stillness.Silence.Solitude and The Nautilus

I am sorry I have been away-I had a bad allergy reaction.  I thought about going to the ER, but the thought of it gave me more anxiety.  I started to feel better, after some mega doses of Benadryl and lots of sleep.   After, the anxiety left and my hives faded,  a sinus infection decided to pay me a visit.  My anxiety started with a food related allergy.  Damn soy-it is in everything!  I am trying to keep a journal of what I eat-so I will be more aware.  Sometimes I think eating out is like playing a high stakes gambling game, in Las Vegas.   Yeah, I know I lost big time!

My husband and family were watching scary movies-so I hung out in other corners of the house. Sometimes the music alone would give me that nails on chalkboard feel.  It probably didn't help I was reading a book that fueled my anxiety further and yet I couldn't put it down.   Oh, you want to know which book?   This one-at times made me feel like I was being punched in the gut.  I had to put it away-but I was entranced in the story and had to go peek.  And more peeking lead me to continue.  The whole past week has been a dizzy dance.  I hope you are doing well-I have missed you!  

Yesterday my daughter convinced me to go with her to mall. We needed to finish up her her back to school shopping.  What a trip-I was discussing an idea I have to do an online class.   I was using a fake crow to demonstrate-let's just say I was caught making a fool out of myself.  I'm okay with it-I mean if I decide to go down this path-I can't let that stop me.   I asked my daughter,  "Do I embarrass you?"   She told me, I was her best friend and she loves me just the way I am.  The only thing that wears her out a bit-is my rambling idea list.  Maybe I will learn to edit myself-just a bit!

Margaret gave us a challenge to write a poem about a piece of art which reflected the mood of this artistic interpretation:

Stillness. Silence. Solitude.

 I love these three words-so not part of my world, but I do love having quiet time to reflect, to write, to work through a creative idea. 

Edvard Munch "The Girl in the Window" (detail) 1893

"For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.”
- Edvard Munch

Woman on the Verandah, 1924 -by Edvard Munch

  When I have anxiety I crave these three S's. 

Sloth Dance

Sloth like
I wish to escape
only hear ocean's heart
entwined with mine
in blueness I linger
salty white caps nudge me
 towards huge water lapping thoughts
drifting in n' out of blue n' gold
 my thumping head tosses in my storm
 floating arms embrace me
Tiny dots of light dance
as dawn's secret breaks and drapes
silver strands of wonder
sunlight tickles my toes inviting me to
follow sandy carpet towards
treasure mapped hope

© Ellen Wilson

I want to give a shout out to Adam Champion!  If you get a chance to visit him-he is a talented poet who has started a facebook page called Independent Poetry Society!  He likes to share poems, feature poetic blogs and holds contests.  He hopes to publish other poets(the winners of his poetry contests) in an annual poetry journal.  He was so kind and featured my Iris Romance poem. I am sorry Adam for the delay!   Adam is in the Army and writes poetry-he is very talented!  If you get a chance stop by and like his page or offer a kind word!  We all need feedback~
Thank you Adam it was a true honor to be selected and thank you for your service to our country and tell your family thank you, too!

Over in the Garden, Hedgewitch inspired us to write a Fib poem-I thought about the sea and my anxiety and went along the same lines as my above poem.

 "Fib is an experimental Western poetry form,…based on the Fibonacci sequence. The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 - with as many syllables per line as the line's corresponding place in the Fibonacci sequence... The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence…"

It was suggested we could write free verse and do a word count instead of syllables.
 I am the Nautilus shell in the storm.


spiral inwards
silver eye threaded
tiny dots of light dance
white caps toss me a treasured beacon glow

escape storm
salty white caps 
of you linger tossing me
light dances as home's golden drapes open wide

over me
dolphins toss me
 towards dawn's timeless movie stage
golden ratio reveals strands of hope's timeless treasure

deep blue
wonder loses me
waves gently sing a lullaby
love revealed in silver strands of moonlit serenade

© Ellen Wilson