Appropriate that the bagpipe Laddy should play at Haddo House, while the Lassie’s Daddy feasts on Finnan Haddie
The Porter, Cole, brings his dinner plate…
“…To dine on some fine fin and haddie
My baby’s sure, his love is secure
Cause My Heart Belongs to Daddy …”
‘The Floor’ by Russell Edson
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The floor is something we must fight against.
Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human
stance, it is that place that men fall to.
I am not dizzy. I stand as a tower, a lighthouse;
the pale ray of my sentiency flowing from my face.
But should I go dizzy I crash down into the floor;
my face into the floor, my attention bleeding into
the cracks of the floor.
Dear horizontal place, I do not wish to be a rug.
Do not pull at the difficult head, this teetering
bulb of dread and dream . . .
Or maybe a slightly rougher version of ‘Maud’.
As they stared much amazed upon the vase
The girls each saw a view of her own face
The surface seemed so smooth and opaque
But then the colors swirled dizzily to take
On strange shapes within that space
The eldest girl saw a firm scene to resolve
Into what she thought she wanted it to involve —
A godlike man would take her hand in marriage
And off they would ride in his fantastic carriage
Girl number two had a similar fate
A bit more complex and hard to relate
In meeting the man she had meant to wed
She began to ride on the journey but instead
Fell from the horse and in dying met her Fate
What magic was this in the elaborate urn?
And why was it hidden away, for what concern?
Young ladies, remember the Ode by Keats
That ancient Grecian, this one in age far beats
Oh, nothing good from it would you learn
An Imp, as suggested by Stevenson?
Or Jinn from Arab Nights, another one?
Your True Love is not within to be seen
Turn away from that Vase, your eyes do screen
Fate is fickle and seeing now the truth’s not done
Has Dr. Benjamin Spock been forgotten?
“Sorry, Davey. All the Pirate Supply Store had was a Blue-Footed Booby!”
A “Sissie Boy”?
“… or at least puncture your enthusiasm to let it slowly leak away. Next unpaid intern!
A Misfortune Cookie! (BTW, see the ‘NewTwilight Zone’ episode with that title.)
I’m glad Earl didn’t blame Roscoe for the missing cookies.
Appropriate that the bagpipe Laddy should play at Haddo House, while the Lassie’s Daddy feasts on Finnan Haddie
The Porter, Cole, brings his dinner plate…
“…To dine on some fine fin and haddie
My baby’s sure, his love is secure
Cause My Heart Belongs to Daddy …”