Watermark

 

An old vagrant

gone awry

Prognosis - rebel

Uncanny though,

no transgression

to report

Squatting in the firelight

from a flaming

burn barrel

A dim watermark

on a somnolent night

Ellecee

Inspired by 

Kerry O’Connor’s

word list on Instagram

@skyloverwordlist

Voices

 I lie awake as

voices disappear

into the ether

Not a breath remains

only the memory

A dreadful torrent

of creeping insects

insidiously advancing

across my cerebral plane

I rise to rediscover anger

The dead corpses of past affairs

alter the flow of ink

from my reluctant pen

impelling evanescent magic

to live on parchment

Disinclined

to fade away

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads 

13 is Poetry - 13 words chosen from

Diane Setterfield’s The 13th Tale

To celebrate metaphor

(My words: disappear, lives, breath,memory,dreadful,rediscover)

(anger,alter,corpses,ink,magic,pass,away)

and

Skywriting - lie 

Lament

Gazing at each other

across candlelit space

they occupy their special table

their favourite restaurant

Friday nights, an event

He picks a small box 

from his jacket pocket

he opens it

her heart flutters

she blushes

He pulls out a short chain

the row of stones

sparkle in the candle light

Her refusal to show disappointment

is admirable

She aims for sweet surprise

As he fastens the bracelet around her wrist

and takes her hand in his

her heart warms

her unshed tears glisten

he takes them for joy

She will savour his gift

this night

forever

Unbetrothed

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Bracelet

and

Skywriting - Refusal

I want to sincerely thank everyone who has responded to my poetry, you are much appreciated

in giving me support and encouragement

Gallentry

You followed all the rules

with such finesse

The flowers given, doors opened,

drops recovered, elbow held,

kisses requested

I was overwhelmed

suspicious of such gallantry

from one who

laughed loudly at racist jokes

and kicked begging bowls

"ellecee"

Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

Blank Pages

I lie here

on the blank page where you left me

Alone

Useless without your fingers, 

your hand,

moving me;

bringing something adequate

to life.

This living undiscerned by me

until the deed is done,

and I am alone 

again,

lying

on a

blank page.

"ellecee"

Inspired by today's prompt from

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Remnant

"One can live without having survived." Carolyn Forche

Supplicating among them

unobserved

wallowing on concrete

who will see her

anyone?

Hunger eats the heart out

thirst fogs the brain

life a remnant

Scorn drips from 

a hundred feet

shod in ignorance

Apathetic to pain

she drifts out

and away

leaving them behind

Ellecee

Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

Transplant

She digs the hole
in fertile soil
roomy
so the roots will find space
where the earth will shield them
the sun will warm them
the rain will nourish them
She does this with care
and concentration
She knows how it feels
to be transplanted
in fallow ground



Ellecee

Following a Prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

Groupie

She is confused

enlighten her

pardon her conundrum.

Conceit

"a fanciful poetic image"?

or her grandios list of her

personal idioscyncrasies

Who will listen to her

or understand?

Is she an ambivalent author?

Bedding down with sages

being plugged with genius,

a poet's groupie?

Alas where does

a brooding poet go?

Forward or back?

her conundrum

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

in response to Brendan's challenge

Day 18

Charites

If I could speak with you

call you forward from the ether,

that I might join your circle

and speak of grace,

that you would anoint

me with it's blessings.

The grace of charm

that I would never walk alone

The grace of beauty

so that I would not offend

But more than these, 

although they would assist in no

small measure in our hedonistic

world,

that you would grant me creativity,

an ability to see, to hear, to feel, to sing,

To transpose to paper

the elements of peace

bringing hope

to a world gone

fallow

"ellecee"

Charities, known in Greek mythology as The Three Graces, goddesses of such things as charm, beauty and creativity

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

hedgewitch has challenged us with:

"The idea of three can appear in any form and

in any association in your poem, as long as

you incorporate the number as a meaningful

element of your piece."

Day 17

Man

Always

going with the flow

acquiescent to other's needs

as if they were her own

life was good

no drama

no cold

Until suddenly

unexpectedly

swept away into

love's cannel

shocked by intimacy 

surprised by pain

overwhelmed

love 

learned

Now

back in the flow

acquiescent to other's needs

and

her own

"ellecee"

Back with the writers at

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

my first attempt at

Flash 55 PLUS!

I hope I will be forgiven for not using a Classic

but a more current book I have recently enjoyed

Settled In

The winter has settled in

snow crunches underfoot

ice shatters to shards

mist rises from the lake

as if something warm

lie beneath

The longest night has passed

but still it feels

unending

Ellecee

Winter Gravestones

I am getting older

not too old

but old enough to see

memories in graveyards,

and to ponder,

                                 someone's father who tilled the land

a youth who road a bike on country roads

a farmer's wife who raised chickens

gardens in the fall

winter snow

spring thaw

and how

some things die

while others live forever

if only in our minds

Winter Gravestones

Ellecee

Reposted from Ellecee's Eye

Seasonal Love

Do we come back around

like the seasons?

The rich juices of  Spring

filling our veins with

 old longings?

This time for planting seeds

available only to

ancient souls such as

ourselves.

Summer bringing the

hope of a

rich harvest

Days mellow with

expectation, 

waiting

for fruition.

Fall bringing

what?

Not the promised

result?

The fruit is not

sweet enough,

the size is smaller

than desirable,

not the best colour,

not the expected

yield?

What kind of garden

have we left, how

much loss is there?

Winter coming in

with its deep chill,

cold winds blow,

the sun is low on

the horizon

No succor available

for parched egos,

Go away, go away

There is silence

The cold, cold silence

of winter creating a

pall over our

landscape.

Is it death or

hibernation?

Is it over?

 Or

merely, as always,

and to be expected,

the changing of

seasons.

Ellecee

Trick of Nature

Being fat is

a trick of nature

allowing you

to be invisible

in a crowd

while

taking up

the most

amount

of space

Ellecee

;-)

Thin Ice

There I am

unaware

the ice is thin

I have cold feet

but that's not

anything new

No sign of cracks

no warning boom

I stand alone

watching

waiting

for the inevitable

falling

into frigid water

fortunately

I have webbed feet

I know how to swim

"ellecee"

Returning

I have run amuck

in days unladen

with inspiration

Duty called my feet

to walk in old tracks

riddled with fresh

angst

I stopped

to listen

and

there was the voice

of reason

calling me

home

"ellecee"

One

I melt into you

or is it you into me?

No matter the geography

we are blended

our worlds

one

"ellecee"

NaPoWriMo #19

Izy from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

challenged us to

" Go now and bring back something shiny and unexpected, bring on the melting."

NaPoWriMo #13

Over indulgence
a habit to forfeit
We can't save up
sustenance
as the bears do
energy to use later
Everything stays
and sometimes grows
into great
lumps and bumps
If we stop eating
we die
slowly
but surely
lumps
intact



"ellecee"





Challenged by lolamouse at 
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

To write a poem of the ordinary but give it a Collins-ish twist.

Entwined

Entwined

we both smile

you bite

with a gentle edge

I entangle myself

and squeeze.

My smooth

serpentine limbs

glide over your

crocodilian bony plates

slowly

slowly

in

love's

death grip

"ellecee"

 Words Count With Mama Zen, 
inspired by the scientific illustrations of
 Maria Sibylla Merian. 


NaPoWriMo, Day 9

"Last Call for Sin

"Last call for sin"

grabbing courage from a can

to late to be anything

but yourself

worthless as that may

seem to be

who's gonna help

you out

when doing that would

bring them down

to late

wasted words

you're on your own

 man 

your hole

you dig?

"ellecee"

NAPOWRIMO DAY  four

Imagined by: Isadora Gruye