1. There are two birthday poems this month. Have you ever received a poem for your birthday or given someone a poem you wrote for their birthday? Tell us about it. Or write a poem about your own birthday(s).
  2. There are also two poems this month that use a childhood game or rhyme as inspiration. Do you have a favorite game or rhyme? Write a poem using it as your inspiration or tell us why you chose that favorite from your childhood.

 

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.

 

This Halloween will be different.

There will be no Jack O’ Lanterns,

No Trick-Or-Treaters welcomed either

In this sacred space

Where I scrub and scrub

Till everywhere and everything

Shimmers beneath the red aura

Of a setting sun.

And yet I continue scouring

Until I drop exhausted

To the bare floor

While the surfaces softly glow

As moonlight spreads its beams.

 

Witches. ghosts, goblins

And other night creatures

May ride the skies till dawn,

But I will be unaware—

Deep in sleep as though cursed

Like fabled Sleeping Beauty.

 

When I wake, I will walk to the sea

To let the brine sharp air

Sweep away the last ash-dust

Of betrayal,

And standing in the receding waves

Let their distanced coolness

Seep within to douse even the embers

Of betrayal’s fires of treachery.

 

At last, I will lie in the sun

While the rushing waters within

Carve away the lingering footprints

Of betrayal

Creating new pathways

Until there is only an emptiness

As vast as the Grand Canyon.

Infilled with peace

 

Then warmed within and without,

I will rise to walk in serenity

And confidence

To a new beginning,

A new tomorrow.

(After reading The Inferno)

I am haunted by the sound of Satan

Laughing in his dark, buried towers

Where demons dance to discordant song

And black flowers in doom-embowered rooms

Rise like grotesque gnomes,

Hideous in raucous riot.

 

My prayer is:

Please, God, let it not be so.

October is the month ending in Halloween when trick or treaters wander our streets and shopping centers. So, I decided to share some of my favorite odd words, all meaning to trick or deceive.

Hornswoggle is associated with the southern United States and first appeared in the nineteenth century. But its etymology is appropriately a mystery. Some have suggested it is related to the scene of a roped steer—its horns lassoed and the animal shaking its head in disbelief. Could be, but I’ll let you decide.

The next word in my list, bamboozle, has conflicting reports of its origin though the consensus points to its appearance around 1700. One group point to Italian and similar words meaning a very young child with the idea that a child is easily fooled, or a duped person appears to be a confused child. Alternately, Bamboozle may be a borrowed word lifted from a French word meaning to make a baboon out of someone. Seems appropriate to me. Ape costume anyone?

Hoodwink popped up in sixteenth century England and suggests, if your mind tends to the macabre, rather a gruesome origin associated with executions or kidnappings. If not, the more innocuous origin is blindfold. The word was once the title of a version of the game Blind Man’s Bluff, a game which appears in Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. But that’s a later holiday. Still, isn’t a Halloween mask much like a blindfold?

This concludes my short list of odd English words all meaning to trick, deceive or disguise reality. A perfect collection for the night of Halloween trickery, don’t you think?

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“O, DANTE, YOU GOT TO ME!” reflects the author’s reaction upon reading The Inferno, by Dante Alighieri when she was a young girl. It was an experience she never forgot.

KALEIDOSCOPE— an essay by Kathleen Roxby

“FOR HALLOWEEN: WORDS THAT MASK, HIDE AND DISGUISE” continues the author’s series on the English language, especially focused on its oddities.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“A Different Halloween” was written in a poetry workshop and was inspired by others’ work and suggestions of the facilitator.

  1. There are two birthday poems this month. Have you ever received a poem for your birthday or given someone a poem you wrote for their birthday? Tell us about it. Or write a poem about your own birthday(s).
  2. There are two poems this month that use a childhood game or rhyme as inspiration. Do you have a favorite game or rhyme? Write a poem using it as your inspiration or tell us why you chose that favorite from your childhood.

 

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.

 

Weak

Bleak

Product of listlessness

The dregs of photosynthesis

 

Drab

Flat

A fitting complement

For khaki and beige

 

Leeched of vibrancy

Olive is barely

A color at all

Born as it was

 

Where the wind blows brown

Though rain may paint the air

In lands

Where the sun and angry earth

Chew rock into soil

There is a region

In the forest of the heart

Where walks no stranger,

There, secluded and lone,

Wild, exotic tanglewood grows

Which needs no light to give it life

But thrives in somber solitude.