Who lives under that log?
With Halloween just days away, I had a thought about dressing up as a Jabberwock with jaws that bite and claws that catch. I’m studying to speak the Jabberwock language for that special night. I can read it, but I can only guess at its meaning. How about you? Does it makes sense to you?
But if you consider the author of this crazy Jabberwocky, you might better understand why it’s a bit loony, and that he may have indulged in something illegal and mind-enhancing. Lewis Carroll, of Alice in Wonderland fame, had a great imagination.
Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought–
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

October 28, 2025 at 12:11 am
I haven’t read that in a long, long, time, Anneli. I loved it when I was a child. But yes, I think some substances were involved in the conception of the Jabberwock. Great to see it again, and your accompanying picture is perfect!
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October 28, 2025 at 12:48 am
Thanks, Lynette. It’s a lot of fun to revisit Jabberwocky.
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October 28, 2025 at 12:25 am
Sorry, I don´t understand Jabberi but I like the pretty picture.
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October 28, 2025 at 12:45 am
You are not alone, Ursula. I don’t think anyone understands it.
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October 28, 2025 at 3:44 am
Hi dear Anneli
Siri and Selma use to speak Jabberwocky when they don’t want us to understand. We love to hear them speaking that language, although we don’t understand one word of it.
Thanks and cheers
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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October 28, 2025 at 4:23 am
It’s so much fun!
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October 28, 2025 at 4:49 am
This was one of the first poems I memorized as a child, and various phrases from it would pop up in family conversations, or with friends who knew the poem. I still think of that vorpal blade from time to time, and the way my mother would tell me to stop galumphing through the house.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:22 am
I can just imagine!
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October 28, 2025 at 6:53 am
Your photo of your mossy forest looks like mine. All kinds of green-limbed monsters in there, just waiting for someone to let down their guard. 🙂 I love this poem, and it makes perfect sense, right? A wonderful share for the holiday.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:21 am
Yes, full of monsters. It’s from mushroom picking days.
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October 28, 2025 at 11:55 am
We have a lot of them here, but I haven’t found any edible ones yet. Too cold and rainy to look!
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October 28, 2025 at 8:24 pm
As the snow level comes down the hillsides, the mushroom picking time soon comes to a close.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:26 am
Ha! I didn’t even know it was a language!
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October 28, 2025 at 7:28 am
It’s not really, Jacqui. We’re just pulling your leg.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:39 am
Yikes! I fell for it. Well someone had to.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:55 am
Don’t worry about it, Jacqui. Usually it’s me, falling for these things.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:48 am
Fantastic fun fantasy forest foray. 🤢
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October 28, 2025 at 7:56 am
Finely featured phenomenal fleet-footed fools finagling for fame.
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October 28, 2025 at 8:50 am
Fantastic final flourish flabbergasts foolish friend.
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October 28, 2025 at 11:31 am
Fine fodder formidably flaunted.
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October 28, 2025 at 9:06 am
Love this poem!
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October 28, 2025 at 11:30 am
It’s a fun one for sure.
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October 28, 2025 at 7:24 pm
I have to admit, I was unfamiliar with that prose
…both mind expanding and entertaining at the same time. Probably right there was additional chemicals at play ha.
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October 28, 2025 at 8:21 pm
Well, I hope you enjoyed the trip.😉
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October 29, 2025 at 3:23 am
Beware the Jabberwok, indeed. I think it lives in that mossy forest. I hope you’ve a vorpal sword to hand. I understand they are the only ones that can kill a jabberwok.
The poem was, and still is, one of my favourites. In spite of the words being nonsense, they do conjure a picture, and one of menace, too.
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October 29, 2025 at 7:58 am
Thanks, Vivienne. I feel the same about the poem, and it’s just fun to say the words and let them roll off my tongue.
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