Tuesday, February 25, 2020

The Name Game. By Whitefeather Light

When a babe is born
you know that it's true,
that the fairies must name it
when the babe's gifts are new.

The parents to be could not find the name,
so they asked their friends for help in the game.
They looked under pots and pans to see,
in cupboards, tins, and jars of strawberry,
they checked the pillows and under the TV,
behind the curtains and the settee,
around the bushes and flower beds too,
in the letterbox to see if there was news,
then put their heads together that night
to find a name that would be just right.

The Atlas and Encyclopaedia they read,
tried Gods and Goddesses until some one said,
"Call out some names surely one must be true,
might pop from our heads right out of the blue".

There's
Bonny and Otto, Ted and Talbrook,
Kerad and Sharod, Sinaed and Shanook,
Harry and Tao, Ninoo and Shi,
Tirra and Tonlar, Kerrin and Ki,
Kiboor and Carter, Talan and Tess,
Rinald and Robik, Borin and Bess,
Berrin and Brais, Daisy and Doa,
Oh heaven knows!
Shola or Sprigs, Aldro or Annette,
Enzo or Elright, Kinto or Kent,
Lauren or Leesha, Miro or Mitch,
Pam or Primrose, Perry or Prince,
Ula or Arie, Aran or Ram,
Dahlia and Driko, Kerra or San,
Sharra and Prenroe, Garth or Jem,
Jedda or Janine, Teemo or Tim,
Preta or Prama, Inu or Illees,
Lara or Lindon, Sharn or Anadees,
Tabbra or Tark, Vreshta or Vorn,
Zerra or Zak, Tirran or Rawn.

They thought of the elves and fairies' names too,
there's sure to be one they can think of soon.
Well there's
Sprite and Spin, Tribbles and Finn,
Blossom or Tinkles, Tipsin or Twing,
Dipple or Glips, Prip or Glow,
Sprassle and Sky, Jonquil and Snow,
Moondust and Sunglide, Flips and Swit,
Cherrylite and chort, Trickle and Slip,
Sparklet and Belltime and Buttercup Blue,
Swich and Robinsong or Petticoat Moon,
Starlett Dew and Dreaming Ray Rain,
Rainbow Twill or Prism Sain,
Dainty Filly and Dancing Light Bee,
Crickety Toll and Skipping Tree,
Cumquot Jip and Singing Wings,
Mirror Moonbeams and Fiddlety Thrings,
Twinkletoes and Satellite Hue,
and that was just to name a few.

Well the list went on with the party till dawn,
but alas, no name for the babe to be born,
they shook their heads and departed in despair,
had the Fairies forgotten and Elves not care?

My heart was pounding, I could say no more,
when I heard Tinkerbell knock at the door,
she said,
"At the end of the garden a bell will be heard,
and your babe will be named by the early morning bird",
...and her name is Bella.

(c) 2020 Whitefeather Light

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