A Garden in a Bottle

Mermaids turned pirates, flying over Nightmare’s Bluff, singing
of sending gardens in wee bottles.
The best dreams use found seeds as soil—
they grow crystals with piercing edges,
perilous seashells,
claret polished to a sharp point,
and bloodstone.
“Captain! Before you’re fully awake!
That lone silver clef separating your garden,
can I saber a cutting?”

(Kerry’s Flash 55 Plus)

I might’ve gone to bed with “The Burial of the Dead(line 69) in my mind…
and staring at the wee bottle below,
which sits on top of a journal by my bed *cough, cough, cough*.

51 comments:

  1. Ha.. Thank you for the picture and explanation .. love the thought that it might have came from mermaids.. Nothing is better than having them in your dreams.. wonderful magic in such dreams.

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    1. Some things need explanation in order to make their true madness clear. ;-D

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  2. What a delightful dream, smiles ~ I like the idea of mermaids turning to pirates ~

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    1. Smiles are wonderful on Sunday mornings. ;-)

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    2. P.S. Your comment made me change "Mermaids gone pirates" for "Mermaids turned pirates". Thanks a bunch! The original line didn't feel quite right. ♥

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  3. Ohhh magical combo of witchy ingredients and a big old dash of poetry. Beautiful Magaly!

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    1. "...witchy ingredients and a big old dash of poetry." I like that!

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  4. "The best dreams use found seeds as soil—"

    That is just gorgeous!

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    1. Gracias. So glad you liked it. ;-)

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  5. I love the idea of containing a whole garden in a bottle - it is very much like a poem containing a wealth of human experience.

    Your use of the form seems entirely effortless. This is a great read.

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    1. A garden of worlds in a book... what a wonderful idea.

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  6. Bottle gardens grow many wonderful things, one of which is this. Fabulous!

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  7. Oooh, I want to grow such a garden! Lovely, magical images here.

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    1. Will you let me "...saber a cutting?”

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  8. I love using found seeds as soil, reminds me of my girlfriend using found objects in her art.

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  9. Hey Magaly, I came by yesterday but was just too tired to comment--this is so rich and vivid--your language is full to the brim--sort of like a treasure chest--great sounds, thanks k. Http://manicddaily.wordpress.com

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    1. I completely understand "too tired to comment." I had planned to visit people's blogs last night... and fell asleep. *sigh*

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  10. Nice and mixed up dream portrayal, Magaly. I've sort gotten to like some of the pirates. Jean Lafitte had a home away from home in our Galveston ( Texas). When we would go down there, about 90 miles, we would go by its remnants...

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    1. A Texan pirate; what a glorious mental image...

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  11. How unique this is! You have a definite slant all your own, and I was delighted by this poem!

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  12. "...Sabre a cutting.." has me grinning with evil intent 3:) XXX

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    1. Imagining what Sally Owens would do with this poem has me grinning, too. ;-D ♥♥♥ *See? I hearted you thrice*.

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  13. I love the mermaids turning pirates--sirens and rum-snoggers with scales and sabres--and the sense of both beauty and adventure here--and the center of the poem, this part:
    '..The best dreams use found seeds as soil—
    they grow crystals with piercing edges,
    perilous seashells,
    claret polished to a sharp point,
    and bloodstone...'
    is shining poetry like the moon. Loved every word, Magaly.

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    1. And I love this comment. A lot. It's wonderful when someone sees the soul of our words. ♥

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  14. How wonderfully naughty at the end, totally caught me by surprise. Hee hee. Nice way to wake up on the snowy cold morning!

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    1. Surprises are so fun, aren't they?

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  15. So many "found seeds", so little time.

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    1. Plant the best seeds and enjoy the gardening...

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  16. "The best dreams use found seeds as soil—" love that! What a delightful garden. The music clef makes me think of lullabies to grow.

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    1. "...lullabies to grow." Yum!

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  17. There's something kind of cool and trippy about this. I'm trying to come up with good mermaid - pirate hybrid name. Salina PegFin?

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    1. That is a fantastic name for a mermaid pirate, Rommy! I must share it with the Little Princess. ;-D

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  18. Found seeds growing into dreams--like mermaids turning into pirates? Likely, yes? I enjoyed this.

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    1. The planting was fun and fantastic. *giggles*

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  19. mermaids as pirates
    wielding sharp shiny objects
    why would they garden

    cheers
    jzb

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    1. Every garden in the world is reading this with shock!

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  20. Magically entrancing and full of an adventurous streak. Good poem Maggie!

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    1. Adventures are so yummy for the soul... ;-)

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  21. Love, and I love the bottle of treasures ;o) Hugs ;o)

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    1. It seeds in the back of the eye, doesn't it? ;-)

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