Taking Apart a Pixie

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Taking Apart a Pixie
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

What did you mummer, as the snow,
Confectionary sugar tumbling down, down, down,
Glistened, giving us angels’ wings?

What did you suggest, as the flowers,
Marbled blossoms growing high, higher, highest,
Wafted, stuffing our waiting maws?

What did you holler, as the rain,
Tepid mist surging, filling, filling, filling,
Ran off, spinning toward more ethereal planes?

Why did you abscond, as the foliage,
Colorful medallions dropping to crumble, crumble, crumble,
Aged, bringing back your mortality.

3 thoughts on “Taking Apart a Pixie

  1. Great~ now I want waffles.

    Long live pixies. And to any pixies reading this over my shoulder, unless you want to be flayed open on my table, keep your wingtips off my maple syrup.

  2. i like the structure! Not contemporary-contemporary but hearkening back to a more golden age, perhaps, of poetry when lines and language was more ordered (mirroring man’s faith in himself to bring about dominion over the human condition?). Anyways, i had to look up that word in line one, ‘mummer’, which i had at first mistaken as ‘murmur’. mum·mer (mmr) n.
    1. A masked or costumed merrymaker, especially at a festival.
    2. a. One who acts or plays in a pantomime.
    b. An actor.
    (used as a verb here).

    And then ‘maws’:
    1 the receptacle into which food is taken by swallowing: a: stomach b: crop
    2 a: the throat, gullet, or jaws especially of a voracious animal b: something suggestive of a gaping maw.

    I appreciated the romanticism, so to speak, (Edna St. Vincent Millayisms) in this piece which sets the mood so well.

    “Why did you abscond, as the foliage,
    Colorful medallions dropping to crumble, crumble, crumble,
    Aged, bringing back your mortality.” or (?) LOVELY!!!

    Thanks for sharing!

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