(sung to We Wish You a Merry Christmas)
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
And a Poet’s New Year!
Oh, send us a poet scribbling
Oh, send us a poet reading
Oh, send us a poet singing
And send them right here!
We won’t go until we’ve seen them
We won’t go until we met them
We won’t go until we’ve heard them
Please bring them right now!
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
And a Poet’s New Year!
(alternate last verse)
We’ve all heard the poet’s reading
We’ve all heard the poet’s singing
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
And a Poet’s New Year!
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 DECEMBER 2024
POETS
If there had been no poets
The world would be a dreary place.
God knew we needed poets, so
He invented the rainbow
That would condense after each rain
Into poets for all occasions.
THE FRAGILE WORD
The crystal rainbow
Shatters into glass raindrops
Sending showers
Of iridescence
WE WISH YOU A POET’S CHRISTMAS
(sung to We Wish You a Merry Christmas)
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
And a Poet’s New Year!
Oh, send us a poet scribbling
Oh, send us a poet reading
Oh, send us a poet singing
And send them right here!
We won’t go until we’ve seen them
We won’t go until we met them
We won’t go until we’ve heard them
Please bring them right now!
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
And a Poet’s New Year!
(alternate last verse)
We’ve all heard the poet’s reading
We’ve all heard the poet’s singing
We wish you a Poet’s Christmas
And a Poet’s New Year!
AUTHOR NOTES
GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
“THE FRAGILE WORD,” is a fragment found among the author’s papers. These few words came with it and are perhaps the author’s attempt to describe the nature of being a poet:
“I became a fisher of moonbeams.”
REFRACTIONS—the poetry by Robert Roxby
“POETS.” Poetry was something the author and his wife shared early on. As a young man, he had great apprecation for Walt Whitman which he shared with his then girlfriend (future wife), and later gifted her with a collection of poetry, Poets Gold, which was one of her favorites through her life. This particular poem was found in the Robert’s journal.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—works by Kathleen Roxby
“WE WISH YOU A POETS’ CHRISTMAS” is a little rewording of the famous “We Wish You a Merry Christmas, which the poet prepared for her local poet group and which she shared with them at the December reading.
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 DECEMBER 2024
87
Believe it or not, I am now 87!
My body is weary; yes, that’s right.
My mind constantly denies any such age.
For some unknown reason, I’m still 39.
Most of the time, my body wins that argument.
Boy, oh boy, it sure would be nice, though,
Being 39 again, if only for a day or two.
When I see a really lovely woman go by,
I’m 39 again and almost reach to touch.
O, LITTLE DOVE
O, little dove, have you flown so far
You’ve lost the way in your lonely flight
Can you now wing back to that Star
Leaving behind the sullen night?
There is a wide and hopeless land
Bright though it be, beneath the sun
Dry and hot lies the lifeless sand
Waiting the return of the sweet, kind One
To bring the joy it sorely needs:
Christmas joy. O, little dove
With branch of olive and hope-sown seeds,
At last flower the desert with peace and love