Monday, April 9, 2007

where my blog title and nat'l poetry month meet - it's lovely

Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross

To see a fine lady upon a white horse
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes

I flatter myself, there must be a few people who ride over to see me occasionally just for fun and amusement. I know a few of you do. (to whom I say thank you, so very much).

My white horse has long since fled. But that's okay, because I'm in the market for transportation that can move more than one or two at a time.

Lest you think I'm vain, it's Ben who thinks I'm fine, which is a nice thing for a husband to do.

Of course any bells I had on my toes have long been abscondated* by my children who now wear them themselves. This happens in motherhood. Things you once thought of as your own suddenly are not anymore. But this has been beneficial to me because I can tell when they are trying to sneak up on me and catch me unawares - bells come in handy like that.

The rings I keep because, well, I'm sort of a sentimental person, so things like engagement rings and wedding bands tend to hold some meaning for me, so I keep them. If you were tired of your own rings and wanted to send them my way, I might pawn them, of course, but they would still hold a special place in my heart.

I still have music wherever I go. It's just a very different soundtrack than what it once was, sometimes dissonant, mostly harmonious and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Sometimes I do ask if we can move on to a different movement, though. You know, variations on a theme never hurt anybody. Or rarely did, anyway.

* yes, I know abscondated is not a "real" word, but if you go back in time and meet the me from several years ago in a language class I loved where I learned new and exciting ways to diagram sentences, I will tell you about morphemes and other such things and how abscondated is perfectly valid. Or I will look at you oddly and tell you I am not married, have no small children and haven't the foggiest idea of what you're talking about. Also, what in the world is a blog? It sounds ugly.


  1. "Abscondated?" Love it. And once you become pregnant the first time nothing you have is yours. Whether your body, clothes, bed, or home it's now communal property. :)

  2. I love this post and have always loved that nursery the conections you made and how you can write so poetically, it really is moving.

  3. Beautiful! I like to make up my own words too. Remember that Shakepeare made up tons of words, so that puts you in good company. Anyway, I like to ask my daughter if she is "being have" as in behaving well. She knows what I mean. ;)