Hannah n’ I have a few things in common, we both love the color green, we both love to frequent our favorite watering holes and we both were born and raised in Maine. Where were you born?
(Ella) I was born in Belfast, Maine, but also have lived in Bangor, Winter Harbor and Brunswick. I grew up in Searsport, where the heaven kisses the sea and hugs the shore.
(Hannah) I was born in Portland and have lived in Bath, Brunswick, Yarmouth and Georgetown, (the latter is where my heart poetically leaps from, mostly, anywhere green that's sprinkled with the salted sea)!
Little fact about distance between our birth cities?
Distance between Portland, Maine (ME) and Belfast, Maine (ME)
How many miles? 102 Miles / 174 Km
How many hours? This take 2 hours 3 mins
This is Georgetown, the pond that awakened my
heart poetically in my early worded years and the
ocean and trees have inspired my poetry and prose since.
Perhaps Ella and I will meet here for a ride in a kayak someday!!
Hannah, this my pond, the Penobscot Bay.
Maybe someday we will visit it, when
I come back home! It is in Searsport, Maine,
I come back home! It is in Searsport, Maine,
where my poetic soul sprouted roots.
Oh, this is beautiful, Ella!! There're two chairs
ready with our names on them!! ;)
So here it is poetic friends!!! The big "Tandem Toad," effort...
and we're offering it to you in a form!!
The villanelle is 19-line poem consisting of 5 tercets and a final quatrain. It requires no set meter, nor number of syllables per line. It carries a pattern of only two rhyme sounds (ABA in 5 tercets, and then ABAA in final quatrain). The first and third lines of the first tercet repeat alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas, and rejoin as the final couplet of the quatrain.
Mainely Green Origins
We've roiling roots in the same corner of this verdant earth,
as we beautifully unfurl like briny wharf roses in the rain
our salty ponds glistened, as the loon wailed announcing our births.
A tidal pool with seaweed lace exposes our labyrinth’s girth,
the blue lined horizon outlines our gracious pinegreen domain;
we've roiling roots in the same corner of this verdant earth.
Stepping over invisible boundaries,we arrive from this emerald turf,
the eastern most tip of the nation, born each of a salted bay in Maine;
our salty ponds glistened, as the loon wailed announcing our births.
Enamored by our rocky coast, threads of floating light and surf,
we embrace our (fertile) lives in transcending patina terrain;
we've roiling roots in the same corner of this verdant earth.
These feet have heated a spiral of joy in a jade-sea of worded worth,
miles and time had separated us and then brought us together again;
our salty ponds glistened, as the loon wailed announcing our births.
These hearts began beating, green-loving and full of verbacious mirth,
the mermaid’s song spreads its blue blanket in our garden of Zen.
We've roiling roots in the same corner of this verdant earth,
our salty ponds glistened, as the loon wailed announcing our births.
Collaboration © Copyright protected for Ella Wilson and Hannah Gosselin
It has been such a joy working on this together!!!
We've made plans to meet...
When Ella comes home, she and I will be meeting
at my favorite watering hole,“Café Creme!”
We can’t wait!
This is inside my favorite watering hole.
They use coffee bags for curtains. It is called Muddy Waters.
Hannah if you are ever in my neck of the woods, we will meet here. :D
I'd love that, Ella!!!
We're so grateful for this pond we've been blessed to share!! Thank you, fellow toads for joining us in this tribute toward our salted-birth-ponds today!! All the Best and Smiles from us both!!