Poetry Friday: Imaginary Garden by Ella's Edge

Well like the old explorers who went about discovering lands which in actual fact had already been discovered by their inhabitants, I also discovered a fantastically gifted poet this week. You know how I love those. And she is a blog friend I've known for a while no less and yet only got to know about her poetry now. I just had to introduce her to those who need to do some discovering.

Ladies and gentleman I give you Ella from Ella's Edge. FIY! The prompt for this poem was AN IMAGINERY GARDEN.

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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