Beautiful names of Yucatan,
Agua Azul and Kukulkan,
Land of the Swallow, Cozumel
lilting sounds in bell-like spell
in Spanish, English and Mayan they sing
dream-like songs beckoning
the arm-chair traveler whose heart thrills
to Loltun and City of Hills,
Palenque and Quintana Roo
calling, calling to one who
dreams and dreams with book in hand
of voyaging to an ancient land
with mammoth monuments ages old
and mysterious past in mystic hold
Chichen-Itza and Izamal
who could resist the luring call
of songs like birds winging time’s span:
the musical names of Yucatan.
TO MOTHER
How shall I say I love you,
Since every meal we ever ate
Included just a pinch of love?
All cakes and pies were flavored
With just a drop or two of care.
When you placed your arms about me,
All the world seemed so good.
How did something this marvelous happen
To someone as plain of face as me?
All these years my heart was filled
So much with all the love you gave
That it seems almost impossible to me
That the love you gave so freely
Came to me much like an act of faith.
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 MAY 2021
Author’s Notes
GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
The poem “CALL OF THE YUCATAN was written for local competition, the PanAmerican Festival of Lakewood, California, winning 2nd place. The author had long been fascinated by the ancient peoples of Mexico, especially their languages and myths.
REFR,CTIONS—a poem by Robert Roxby
“MOCTEZUMA’S MESSENGER REPORTS”. receiving 2nd honorable mention in Pan American Festival in 1993.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“CAME A STRANGER” is included for Mother’s Day. The story is true. When the author shared the poems the author had written to cope with a long depression, her mother woke from a dream in which someone she knew introduced an unfamiliar young woman to her. In the dream, the young woman was introduced with these words, “Of course, you know your daughter.” When her mother shared this dream with the author, the author wrote this poem as an apology.
CAME A STRANGER
To my mother I read
My poemed cries
In a sudden release
Till she woke
Startled by a dream
Where a woman with unknown face
Wore her daughter’s name.
CALL OF THE YUCATAN
Beautiful names of Yucatan,
Agua Azul and Kukulkan,
Land of the Swallow, Cozumel
lilting sounds in bell-like spell
in Spanish, English and Mayan they sing
dream-like songs beckoning
the arm-chair traveler whose heart thrills
to Loltun and City of Hills,
Palenque and Quintana Roo
calling, calling to one who
dreams and dreams with book in hand
of voyaging to an ancient land
with mammoth monuments ages old
and mysterious past in mystic hold
Chichen-Itza and Izamal
who could resist the luring call
of songs like birds winging time’s span:
the musical names of Yucatan.
MOCTEZUMA’S MESSENGER REPORTS
“The tall ship dropped from the sky
To sail across our southern seas
And stood at anchor just offshore.
Soon a smaller boat left the tall ship.
Slowly, as oars rose and fell, it touched land.
The white god stepped out so all-aglow.
His beautiful breastplate shone, like the sun.
The helmet was like the moon above.
Then as the white god stood still,
He drew forth a spear, like lightning,
Touched it to the earth as he murmured
In a strange language a blessing on us—
The emissary of Quetzalcoatl has landed!”
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 MAY 2021
Prose and Poetry
A novel may sometimes reveal
the world more clearly
than we might ever see
A poem strips bare
our frightened soul
and lets us know the truth
of what we are
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