It was whispered all through the fairylands
That one was coming who was not of them,
But who would walk among them in their tiny realms.
And panic gripped their little hearts
So that they covered all their houses of dreams,
Hid away their birds of happiness,
Locked away their rainbow treasures,
Camouflaged their every delight,
Built their fortresses of invisibility.
Throughout the wispy empires
Was stillness, absolute, profound.
From a distance
Came the wind of the invader’s breath
Like a whirling cyclone
And the weight of the alien’s step
Startled the ground
And filled their hearts with fear.
As the tempest came nearer,
It grew in fury
Yet they kept the silence
Till at last the other left their realms.
Then off came the mantles of gloom
And the tinkle of fairy laughter
Rose high on the winds
Far from their fairy palaces,
Thundered a voice
To fall on a multitude waiting:
“These creatures are non-existent,
Figments of the imagination only.
They dwell within our minds.
I spoke so softly,
Tread so lightly.
I saw nothing. Nothing.”
#FairiesFaeries #TellaFairyTaleDay
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR FEBRUARY 2022
WHERE IS THE ANSWER?
Down
Down into the rabbit hole
Searching for the answer
Alice, don’t you know?
You will not find it there.
Step right on through
The glass will part
To let you pass,
But Alice,
Don’t you know?
You cannot find it there.
Poor silly Alice,
Ever facing forward,
You will never find it there.
No, don’t turn around!
Now you’re forward once again,
…And it’s behind.
Through the maze backwards
(That’s a clue)
Now, try again.
Through the maze backwards…
That’s the way.
And…Alice…?
You will find it there.
#LewisCarrollandAlicestories #ThroughtheLookingGlass
#AliceinWonderland
A Stranger Seeks Fairyland
It was whispered all through the fairylands
That one was coming who was not of them,
But who would walk among them in their tiny realms.
And panic gripped their little hearts
So that they covered all their houses of dreams,
Hid away their birds of happiness,
Locked away their rainbow treasures,
Camouflaged their every delight,
Built their fortresses of invisibility.
Throughout the wispy empires
Was stillness, absolute, profound.
From a distance
Came the wind of the invader’s breath
Like a whirling cyclone
And the weight of the alien’s step
Startled the ground
And filled their hearts with fear.
As the tempest came nearer,
It grew in fury
Yet they kept the silence
Till at last the other left their realms.
Then off came the mantles of gloom
And the tinkle of fairy laughter
Rose high on the winds
Far from their fairy palaces,
Thundered a voice
To fall on a multitude waiting:
“These creatures are non-existent,
Figments of the imagination only.
They dwell within our minds.
I spoke so softly,
Tread so lightly.
I saw nothing. Nothing.”
#FairiesFaeries #TellaFairyTaleDay
OVERWHELMED
Almost everyone knows what it is to be overwhelmed, that feeling you are surrounded by so much coming at you, surrounding you, that you cannot see an exit anywhere or help.
The opposite, underwhelmed, can sometimes be so underwhelming, the moment is missed altogether. The vast roar of an ocean that melts quickly into a bare ripple that wets your toes.
The first word has been around for a long while (14th century), the second not so long—only appearing mid-20th century.
While it is obvious both words are built on the base of “whelm”, you would hope not to discover that “whelm” is offered as a synonym for overwhelmed. I guess we English speakers were just not content be “whelmed,” but needed to make things very clear by creating the hyperbole “overwhelmed.”
Speaking of “whelm,” I do not believe I have ever heard this used in speech. Have you? Maybe it is dying out. By the way, it is related to the word “helmet.” If you are wearing a helmet, you are “whelmed” or covered. For the original meaning of the word is to cover. Therefore, covered dishes, like pheasant under glass for instance, are all whelmed.
But then it also meant to “overturn or upset.” So, if you were to go topsy-turvy, or end over end, you will be whelmed, too.
Assuming I have now both overwhelmed you with trivia and underwhelmed you in all other ways, I will end this essay.
#Englishlanguage #OverwhelmedUnderwhelmed
AUTHOR NOTES
GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
“A STRANGER IN FAIRYLAND” was found among the author’s papers. It is included this week because February 26 is Tell a Fairy Tale Day.
KALEIDOSCOPE—an essay by Kathleen Roxby
“OVERWHELMED” is another of the author’s musing on the oddities of the English language. It is included this week because February 21 is Mother Language Day.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“WHERE IS THE ANSWER?” first appeared in Chameleon Woman, 2000. It is included in honor of Tell A Fairy Tale Day, February 26.
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR FEBRUARY 2022
Yes
You caught the word
With your mouth
Even as it escaped my lips
Flavored by my breath
You held the taste of it
Upon your tongue
Like a large sweet candy
Allowing it to roll about
Before you swallowed it
Making the word, my breath
And all of me
A part of you forever.
#kiss #love #loveandproposal
Night Song
Castle towers and crystal light
And silent dreams invoke the night
And love, a bird with moon-white wing
Sings.
#love #dreams #nightandmoon