Imaginary Garden prompt

Laurie at the Imaginary Garden has prompted us to write a poem using the word ethereal. We can choose to write it as a metaphor, allegory or just use the word.

Mother stitches me a gown of tie dye yellow and endless blue for day
she also made me a dress in my favorite colors
a billowy dream of violet with mauve accents
I look good in red, too
my skirt twirls and outlines my shape
my arms embrace low lying clouds
sometimes gray suits my mood
when my mind is in a haze

Mother says my beauty awakens many
It extends outward, like my golden hair
she says I cascade highlighted hope
I wake the morning dew
She says I'm brilliant, her little star
Hope of my work will soon be reflected in snowdrops, robins singing
and green soldiers standing tall waiting to be assigned their next duty

As time dances I spin,
ethereal threads of  the day reappear
I surrender to twilight's yawn
my golden hair drapes down
you might find some later in your dreams

My Mother picks velvet for my sister's gown
Deep cobalt blue with rhinestones accents
She will dance into the night
Her gown fits snug
It has Hollywood appeal
My sisters pale luminous face
Geisha full, glows
She radiates passion and promise

We are twins, but nothing alike
She thinks she is the oldest
she welcomes Night owls and bats to encompass her
Poets write about her beauty
I'm jealous how many swoon when she appears
My day is yawns, roosters crowing and time clocks
but Mom says it is my beauty that is enjoyed most
Celebrations and a Cirque are named after me

One day a rite of passage will emerge
we won't submit to the others one way
we will join each other hand in hand until we merge into one
It will be a rare debut, on stage together
we will be be photographed
and forever documented
many will come to see our rare performance
Hope you can come