Silence ~an Advent Quest ~merry and bright

Said one silly chook to the other,” Well, I did warn you that your bed of roses ideas would sink us.”

laughter in silence, silence in laughter

Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
‘Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed.’

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,

Daddy Fell Into the Pond by Alfred Noyes

37 thoughts on “Silence ~an Advent Quest ~merry and bright

  1. Clanmother

    I enjoy how you integrate the words of poetry within silence. Poetry, as in art, sends a message to readers or listeners that is received in different ways. I have really enjoyed your readings on Youtube. Your serene voice and welcome to each ready brings us to a place of reflection. I’m so glad that I joined your journey into silence. Hugs and love!!

  2. Su Leslie

    Thank you for a lovely early morning smile, and for sending me off to find out more about Noyes. I remember having to learn The Highwayman by heart at school, probably to recite as some event, though that part is vague. I was really surprised to find he died only a few years before I was born. I think, only knowing that one poem, I imagined him to have lived in early Victorian times (in so far as I’d thought about it at all).

        1. Gallivanta Post author

          I haven’t really worked it out either. The first thing that happened was I got inundated with requests and follows from men?computer men?Obviously people who hadn’t looked at my profile photo, nor looked at my Bio. I was quite shocked. It didn’t make me feel merry and bright.

        2. Su Leslie

          Creepy! I have had my account for a few years, and forget about it for months at a time. It’s interesting to see how quickly people unfollow if you don’t follow them back. Which in my case is most of the time as I really don’t want to see pouting teen-girl or muscle-man selfies 😀

    1. Gallivanta Post author

      OopI I guess some of us, like the Daddy, can be clumsy even without text walking. I know I am, so I would be in double trouble if I attempted to text and walk at the same time.

  3. shoreacres

    Isn’t it true that the best Christmas memories often involve what didn’t go right? That’s part of what makes the film A Christmas Story so appealing: it’s one typical household disaster after another, right up to the dogs stealing the Christmas turkey. This poem has the same spirit; thanks for the introduction.

    1. Gallivanta Post author

      Linda, your comment brought back memories of the Christmas my family decided (why, I don’t know) to have a coconut frond for a Christmas tree. It was a very bad idea. We discovered once the frond was inside that it was home to myriads of little flying critters , and they almost smothered us; was it resentment at, and revenge for, being disturbed? The frond was quickly put outside, and, as far as I recall, we didn’t have a Christmas tree that year. But I recall that non-tree more clearly than many of the lovely trees we had over the years.

    1. Gallivanta Post author

      Indeed! Until today, I have only ever called these two, the silly chooks. They were a gift from my sister. But as I was fiddling with the image, I decided they would make a perfect Pertelote and Chanticleer, as you saw on my Facebook. 🙂 Chanticleer was, of course, not particularly silent. 😀

  4. KerryCan

    Oh, that’s such fun! I went and read the rest of the poem–and how clever was Daddy, to save the day like that? The only poem I knew by Noyes was The Highwayman–this one is way more fun!

    1. Gallivanta Post author

      Hello, lovely Nath. So good to see you here. I thought of you, yesterday, as I came home from the hairdresser. I have a new signature style. Maybe I will email you a photo if I can find your email address? Would you like that?


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