Monday, March 1, 2010

All Us in Wordland

In homage to Words Matter Week (, I sculpted this little piece. I hope you like it!

The girl was playing among the blooms in her dictionary one day, for it was a garden-variety tome, when she spotted a trail of three dots. Those dots slipped off the page and soon were rolling down the path toward a hole.

The girl, being quite sharp, followed the trio down the rabbit hole.

And came to a door. Before she could do anything, the door called to her.

"Knock, knock," it said.

"Who's there?" she replied, as you would expect.

"Think," it said.

"Think who?" she asked.

"You're welcome" came the reply. And then the door opened.

She entered a room that seemed to be both shrinking and expanding. In this turvy-topsy place, she spied a table with a bottle upon it.

Moving closer, she saw it had a label affixed to its side. That label was emblazoned with the words "Love No. 9."

No sooner had she read the words than the bottle's opening formed into lips. Its Siren song to her was simply "drink me."

Again, being the bright child that she was, the girl did as instructed. After all, who could not but obey a speaking bottle?

After ingesting the potion, the girl felt as if her heart might shoot out of her chest like a cannon, or that it just might be growing at least three times the size of her body.

Whatever the case, she felt she had arrived at an epiphany.

She had found the things that had mattered most, while in search of a few stray dots that just might have been utterly meaningless.

"Hmm, to think and to love."

She pondered deeply these concepts until she found herself again in the garden. And she knew that beautiful, beginful place for the first time.



  1. Beginful!
    Oh, I am so going to roll that word around in my head for the rest of today.
    Love it..

  2. Thanks for the comment, Sharon. I loved your post about Mark Twain, too. He's one of my favorites as well. We actually live within an hour or two of the Twain birthplace. I also really like some of his (hope I remember this title right) Letters to the Good Earth series, which most people don't get to read. Very dark Twain, unlike what most people know, though if they read him as astutely as you have, they will know that humors oft hide deep sorrows, even in his earlier works.

    I've often thought about my "best books of all time" list--I'm fond of lists--and I would likely put _Huck Finn_ on the top. Talk about the great American novel. Almost makes one want to stop writing (not really, but it's def. quite an act to follow).

    Thanks again for visiting, and have a great day (if you get this!)