As a child we played

Musical Chairs.

Round and round the chairs

We went knowing

There was one too few

For all of us.

 

It was a game of chance

And mostly luck

So we giggled and we laughed

While no one always won

And the first one out

Was not always the same.

 

Round and round with music

Till the sudden silence

When the mad scramble began

To find an empty seat waiting

There just for you.

 

Yet someone lost every time

And one more chair was removed

Before the music started

Then once again we all chased

Each other round and round.

 

We grew older and the game

Remained, though the music changed

And the seats vanishing are

Our homes in a night,

Scholarships, and jobs,

Food and clothing

While the music plays on

Spinning webs of tension,

Filling the air with a pungency,

The flavor of anxiety so thick

It can be tasted.

 

Round and round we dance

To the music’s rhythm

Of off-and-on again

While we wish for bat ears

That we might catch the moment

Just before the music will stop:

 

We search the skies

Peer into the lightness

And the dark listening

With all our might

To hear that one sound,

Movement, change,

Signal, that will come before

The silence and the choice.

One, two,

Buckle my shoe

My shoe, world, my shoe.

 

Three, four,

Close the door

That’s what doors are for,

(But surely not forevermore)

 

Five, six,

Pick up sticks

And stones? And that bit

About names and broken bones?

 

Seven, eight,

Lay them straight

And narrow. Oh, wasn’t there something?

Shooting an arrow?

 

Nine, ten,

Begin again

Again? Again.

And then? Again.

 

This summer I encountered a wordsearch puzzle, Wonderword, with the theme of “nonsense.” There I found many of my favorite “silly” words, all in some way a synonym for the word nonsense. Some originated in the United States, but many were born in the United Kingdom.

I have tried often to focus on how a non-native English speaker might react to the idiosyncrasies of this language. Our nonsense words must present them quite a hurdle. Even we native speakers trip over these, often archaic, words and have to seek out help.

But I love them for their very oddity. I will share just a few with you here, giving you the approximate date of their origin as I do. From the UK comes balderdash (1590 with modified used in 1670) and it is now the name of a board game. You will sometimes hear this word in old black and white films produced in England, usually spoken by an older gentleman. I never associate this word with meanness, only with bluster.

Tommyrot (1400 with modified use in 1848) is another from the UK. This is easy to associate with England as they called their WWI soldiers“Tommies.” Unlike balderdash, “tommyrot” carries, in my mind, more sneer.

Tomfoolery (Middle Ages) you might think is related in origin, but it is not. For some unknown reason, the English seem to like using “Tom” as a tag for several words. This word, however,  began with a theater character “Tom Fole” who was a clown or buffoon. Easy to see how a Tom Fole could morph into Tom Fool, then become a name for the behavior of that character, the clown/buffoon. This is my least favorite of the three I have just shared. In its favor, it is less condemning than tommyrot or balderdash.

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“ONE TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE” is another of the poet’s works inspired by a childhood nursery rhyme/song. The idea was suggested in a poetry workshop she attended.

KALEIDOSCOPE— an essay by Kathleen Roxby

“ENGLISH LOVES A BIT OF NONSENSE” continues the authors series on words in the English language and once again references the word game, Wonderword. The one which inspired this essay was created by David Ouellet.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“MUSICAL CHAIRS” was written as a companion to this week’s poem by Margaret Roxby.

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I am old and no longer care

To be overly circumspect.

I am old and I dance to music

Heard as I walk along the street.

I dance to Muzak in the stores.

Waiting in line at the pharmacy,

I mini-step my special dance

And sashay out the door as I leave.

Down the grocery aisle

I keep the beat, beat, beat

As I select a can, a bag or box.

 

I am old,

If you frown, I do not care

For I know happiness

Is how and when you make it.

If you laugh,

I will laugh along with you.

If someday I cannot walk or stand,

I will sway whatever will move—

Keeping the beat, beat, beat.

 

You will see the joy in my eyes.

You need not ask, just know

I am dancing in my soul.

Memories: flowers

blooming with the sunlight glow

of romance and song.

Violins and valentines

keep safe the autumn of life.

David Ouellet stunned me with a list of words chosen for his Wonderword* puzzle theme “Words Going Extinct.” Among those words was “read.” Read? No, not possible, I thought. It must be a mistake. Even if, worse case ever, books vanished forever, will we not still be “reading” digitations—codes, images, whatever? I reject the conclusion that read is disappearing from English.

On the other hand, there were many words listed I had never heard or seen before: Agrestic, Chroous, Dalles, Esurient, Fubsy, Skirr, Sprent and Ubtceare. I willingly abandon them all to the obscurity of obsolescence. Although, I hold some reluctance for “fubsy” just because I like the fun it presents to the ear and eye.

Some words being shunted out of currency are truly victims of progress and history. “Tuppence” (two cent coin) is no longer necessary when the world is debating keeping the penny (one cent coin). Joule seems to be falling into disuse because it has become too finite in a world of mega-this, and mega-that.

A few others may have always been considered colloquial, but with the expansion of easy communication, these are also falling by the wayside. These include varmint, parley, canny, quaff, wheedle and yammer.

Victims of progress and the passing of some fad or culture-specific words are discos, hogan (I wonder if the Navajos would agree) and leeboard (though this is still used in Friesland on boats for tourists). Words favored by Shakespeare and poets supposedly on the chopping board are arras, bade, hark, morrow and yore. Most of these will still linger, I believe, in crossword puzzles and so, will not entirely disappear into the dust of libraries and archives. So ends my series on words becoming obsolete.

*Source – newspaper puzzle, –Nov 22, 2021—WONDERWORD, by David Quellet. Theme: Words Going Extinct

 

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“GIFT FOR THE HEART” is included week for the United Nations Older Persons’ Day September 29. The poem is an example of the tanka form.

KALEIDOSCOPE –an essay by Kathleen Roxby

“WORDS ON THE ENDANGERED LIST” is included this week for the European Day of Languages, September 26. The essay continues the authors series on the oddities of the English language.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“SOUL DANCING” is included this week for the United Nations Older Persons’ Day September 29. For a few years, the author dreamed of making a career of dancing and continues to enjoy it whenever she can.