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