Save a Word Saturday (Late)
Well, I was too late to join in the linky thing – but I was so taken with the theme and the words I had found, I went ahead and posted anyway …so, to start from the beginning :
The rules run thusly (as taken from the Feather&Rose blog) :
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.
2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, “Dihydrogen Monoxide” is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you’re having trouble coming up with something on your own.
3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.
4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible! (Drat – I was too late to join this time around – but I am joining in anyway !)
5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.
This week’s theme is:
And my chosen words are :
Edacious: jocular, gluttonous, pertaining to eating
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High up, atop a craggy mount, lies the castle – and at its heart, beyond those stern, thick walls, stands a banqueting hall – decked out in white cloth, hung with tapestries, and made magnificent with music from the gallery –and with food …
Peaches and apricots, grapes and strawberries, bursting at the seams, overweight with their own succulence, spilling over the rims of fruit baskets and painted porcelain plates, a cacophony of colour, dribbling, drooling, dazzling in the occasional patches of sunlight pouring through long narrow windows.
It is a feast fit for a king – so where is he ? Seated at the head of the table, surely, indulging in thick red, thick, red, warming wine, with ebrious delight ?
Seated – no. Standing, yes. A fine white linen cloth over one arm. Here’s a novelty. Whom does he wait upon ? A man in brightly coloured clothes, with cheerful jibe and uncurbed tongue – he is the king’s jester by day, and honoured guest this night, as he tucks into his meal edaciously…. And why this reward ? Why?
Quite simply – today, he bestowed upon the king that most precious of commodities; the gift of laughter – made his Majesty fairly weep with it, he did. And a costly battle was averted.
A wise king knows how to treat his therapist.