Ms. Whatchamacallit Thingamajig

Ms. Whatchamacallit Thingamajig by Miriam Chaikin

Ms. Whatchamallit Thingamajig
can make herself small or make herself big,
can take any shape, from round as a ball
to sharp as a spear, to wide as a wall.
She makes no sound as she creeps, flies, or shakes
(how she moves depends on the shape that she takes)
And though she is soundless, she’s always around.
Wherever you are- there she can be found.
What? You’ve never seen her? That’s because she’s
invisible by day and disguised as a breeze.
At night, when the lights are out in the house,
she takes on the shape of a shadow or mouse.
Though you’ve never seen her, she’s always close by.
Have you never felt something fly in your eye?
Or noticed the cat stare at someone unseen?
Or found dirt on a shirt that was utterly clean?
Have you ever been pushed and found no one there?
Or dropped a glass you were holding with care?
What of itches, tickles, scratches and those?
Are they all just -accidents- do you suppose?
You have the idea. You’re beginning to see.
Yes, those are the doings of Ms. W.T.
She loves a good laugh, and laughs without end
to see a look of surprise on the face of a friend.

Ms. Whatchamacallit Thingamajig

Summer’s Dance

Summer’s Dance by Chris McDaniel

Summer is in full bloom, Nature is at its height,
and the scorching sun,
lays its bright eye upon a wondrous sight.

Down below, in a verdant field,
the Summer Fae are dancing.
Joyously they turned and wheeled ,
celebrating their Mother’s beauty and life

Magic older than our history
gathered; ancient creatures with youthful faces
and innocent souls full of glee

Nearby a child watched in delight
as the flowers danced in the morning breeze

Summer’s Dance

What is Yellow?

What Is Yellow? By Mary O’Neil

Yellow is the color of the sun,
the feeling of fun,
the yolk of an egg,
a duck’s bill,
a canary bird
and a daffodil.
Yellow’s sweet corn,
ripe oats,
hummingbirds’ little throats
Summer squash
and Chinese silk
the cream on top
of Jersey milk
dandelions and daisy hearts,
custard pies and lemon tarts.
Yellow blinks on summer nights
in the off and on
of firefly lights.
Yellow’s a topaz,
a candle flame.
Felicity’s a yellow name.
Yellow’s mimosa,
and I guess,
yellow is
the color of happiness.

What is Yellow?

What is Green?

What is Green? By Mary O’Neil

Green is the grass
and the leaves of trees
Green is the smell
of a country breeze.
Green is lettuce
and sometimes the sea.
When green is a feeling
you pronounce it N. V.
Green is a coolness
you get in the shade
of the tall old woods
where the moss is made.
Green is a flutter
that comes in Spring
when frost melts out
of everything.
Green is a grasshopper,
Green is jade
Green is hiding in the shade —
Green is an olive
and a pickle.
The sound of Green
is a water trickle
Green is the world
after the rain,
bathed and beautiful again.
April is green,
peppermint too.
Every elf has one Green shoe.
Under a grape arbor
air is green
with sprinkles of sunlight in between.
Green is the meadow,
Green is the fuzz
that covers up
where winter was
Green is ivy
and honeysuckle vine.
Green is yours,
Green is mine…

What is Green?

What is Pink?

What is Pink? By Mary O’Neil

Pink is the color of a rose.
They come in other colors
but everyone knows
pink is the mother-color of a rose.
Pink is a new baby,
the inside of a shell..
Pink is a cooked shrimp
and a Canterbury bell.
Pink is peachbloom,
gauzy… frail
the wind’s exquisite wedding veil.
Pink is a bonbon,
pink is a blush,
some Easter bunnies
are pink plush.
If you stand in an orchard
In the middle of Spring
and you don’t make a sound
you can hear pink sing,
a darling, whispery song of a thing.
Pink is the beautiful little sister
of red my teacher said,
and a ribbon girls tie
round their head.
Pink is the sash
with the lovely fold
you’ll remember
when you’re old.
Pink is the flower on a lady’s hat
that nods and bows this way and that.

What is Pink?

What is Gray?

What is Gray? By Mary O’Neil

Gray is the color
of an elephant and a mouse
and a falling apart house.
it’s fog and smog,
fine print and lint,
it’s a hush and
the bubbling of oatmeal mush.
Tiredness and oysters,
both are gray,
smoke swirls and
grandmother curls.
So are some spring coats and nannygoats.
Eagles are gray
and a rainy day
the sad look of a slum
and chewing gum
Wood ash and linen crash.
Pussywillows are gray
in a velvety way.
Suits, shoes and
bad news,
beggars’ hats and alley cats,
Skin of a mole
and a worn slipper sole.
Content is gray
and sleepiness, too
they wear gray suede gloves
when they’re touching you…

What is Gray?