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:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

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SPLINTERS FOR OCTOBER 2021

  1. How do you feel about October? Do look forward to it each year or wish you could skip it? Why?
  2. This is Adopt a Shelter Dog Month. Do you know a rescued dog? Tell the story.
  3. What are your memories of Halloween?
    1. As a child, what made this time special or scary for you?
    2. As an adult how has your feeling about this day changed? Why?
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Not My Favorite Month

October is not my favorite month

But I’ve come to love bits of it.

 

I don’t like carving Jack O’Lanterns

But I love October luminaria.

 

I don’t like pumpkin seeds

But like pumpkin bread.

 

I don’t like soaped windows, or egged cars

But I love the trickless treat.

 

I don’t like raking fallen leaves

But I love how summer dies

In scarlet, apricot and gold.

 

#OctoberPoetry #AutumnPoetry

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MIDNIGHT STOP at a MOUNTAIN MOTEL

Half-dreaming on the cabin porch

We rocked and talked

While our eyes searched

For the vanished lake

 

Pine trees

Barely discernible

Tall feathers

Wind-brushed the black sky

 

An ocean of stars

Flooded the night

With foreverness

 

Postponing sleep

We talked and rocked

Through the midnight hour

Our voices low as muted music

Our occasional laughter

Candle flames

Phantom lanterns in the dark

 

#NaturePoetry

 

 

 

 

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FREE FOREVER

refractions

Oh, to be as free as the wild goose

Is to leave behind all trials and fears,

Then slide, glide or soar through the spruce

And touch the high blue winds and cheer.

Ah, yes! That wild goose must brave that strand

Where guns and arrows seek to strike.

But sheer joy in freedom of their land

Pulls them forever to some distant river dike.

Some ancient inherent ecstasy touches the heart

Whenever a flock of geese flies by southbound.

Skis down upon a draft of air to dart,

Within touch and greets with a brash honk sound

Then zooms upward into that sky of crystal blue

To disappear forever off into the mists.

 

#NaturePoetry #PoetryandGeese

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Author’s Notes

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“MIDNIGHT STOP at a MOUNTAIN MOTEL” was first published in the Apollo Anthology, vol. 3 (chapter of California Federation of Chaparral Poets. The poet describes a night during a trip she took with her husband and her mother across the southwestern states.

REFRACTIONS—a poem by Robert Roxby

“FREE FOREVER” shares the author’s love of nature. It is included in his collected poems, “Reflections on a Lifetime.”

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“Not My Favorite Month” is a poem written in 2020 while thinking about October prior to releasing this website.

 

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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:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

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SPLINTERS FOR OCTOBER 2021

  1. How do you feel about October? Do look forward to it each year or wish you could skip it? Why?
  2. This is Adopt a Shelter Dog Month. Do you know a rescued dog? Tell the story.
  3. What are your memories of Halloween?
    1. As a child, what made this time special or scary for you?
    2. As an adult how has your feeling about this day changed? Why?
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FISHER IN THE SEA OF MEMORY

In vain have I fished the sea of memory

With countless nets of woven words:

 

Silken sleekly shimmering nets,

Delicate and gentle,

Laid out upon the sea at early dawn;

 

Childish nets of knotted yarn,

Woolen and warming,

Riding on a summer sea;

 

Nets of woven arms clasped

Against a wall of wave

In a storm ravaged sea;

 

Nets woven cloud soft,

Or with an enduring nylon strength,

Nets of satin or softest down.

 

All of these and more have I tried

Against the ebbing flow of memory.

Yet from out each casting of my nets,

You slip away on the ever receding tide.

 

So I cannot hear your laughter or your voice

Between the lines of poetry

Nor see again your smile,

Amid the intricately crafted patterning of words.

 

In vain have I fished the sea of memory

With countless nets of words

To catch just once more

The wonder of being loved.

 

#Mourning #LovePoetry #NaturePoetry

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SUMMER LIVES

The summer lives, where have they fled?

Beneath what distant suns

and star-held moons

reverberate the ghostly calls:  echoes

of childhood songs and laughter bred

 

Of valleys green and cool lagoons?

The young dreams gone—all scattered,

where, who knows?

Yet once they danced the day

flowered the hills

sweet music swept their dawns

their noons

 

The meadows wait, the long grass grows

where summer lives once played

the gold light spills

on memoried fields, the valley stream

runs deep

all are silent; none disclose

where summer lives have fled

O, distant suns

shine gentle glow

upon the vanished ones!

 

#SummerMemories #Youth

 

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