Craving Blue

 I was shopping yesterday and saw a lot of pastel polka dots of color, Velvet stuffed bunnies, chocolate eggs and daffodil. These all made me smile, yet I found myself leaning towards the nautical display.  This one turquoise vase spoke to me.  It replicated the milk frosted look of sea glass. I wanted it, but I didn't like the sticker shock, and placed it back on the shelf.  I don't think it was so much the vase I wanted, but the seashore.  I miss the salty sea air, the gulls soaring and the sunlight patting my head.  I love a  gusty kite breeze and the magic of the sun winking on the glistening shore.  I love how the light plays and shadows inspire memories.  The shore and blueberries remind me of home.  After all, I am from the blueberry state.  My days were spent at the shore. The shore and blueberries are big parts of my childhood.  I ate blueberries every week and visited my shore every day. My brother and I would pick enough berries in the summer, so we could eat berries year round.  Blue skies, the sea, and the taste of blue, all comfort n' transport me.

Margaret's daughter, Chelsea inspired us to write a poem about the African Mythological Goddess, Yemaya Oshun.   Grace asked us to write a poem using cooking terms, a Poets in the Kitchen prompt, with 14 lines.   I decided to blur the lines and attempt their challenges as one.

1)   Oshun was an African Mythological Queen of great beauty, sweetness, and lively nature and daughter to Yemaya, the goddess of all waters.

2)  Yemaya Oshun is one persona depicting all described.

3)  Oshun is Mother of the African sweet or fresh waters and her mother, Yemaya, is mother of the salt waters.

  Mouth watering blue melts

its silken scarf billows along life's rambled trails

salting earth in brackish pooling thoughts

soft and tender meringue peaks

as gulls' shrill laughter rings

  black-blue hearts cracked and opened

hinged memories flood me
I see blue threads cascade

sweet whispers scent the air

I surrender to the Blue Danube it dances n' drapes
measured mood in blue notes
I stir Saffron sun's noodles
into dark blue brine
mysteries ladled inland.

© Ellen Wilson