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Save a Word Saturday 9

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(Full rules here : The Feather & the Rose)
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely old words.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme chosen for the week.

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!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life.

My chosen word:

accolent

adj. –  neighbouring

The theme : Roses

A low afternoon light flooded the library and picked out the cracks in the book spines, the odd cobweb in a forgotten corner, and the outline of a grand male presence in well-filled waistcoat and elegant breeches, perusing a volume while standing at the window.

‘Mr Portentous!’

Startled, he slaps the book shut; a lady in cream muslin crosses the floor, intent upon the book he holds.

‘Mr Portentous! A quote! A quote!’

Dreaded words. He bows his head however, unable to refuse and re-opens at the page he had been reading. ‘And she was fair as is the rose in May…’

‘Enough!’ she squawks by way of reply: ‘It is not May; and I am not fair. Choose another !’

He walks over to the shelves and hunts about a bit. He pulls out another volume and opens at random : ‘Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time?’

‘Another ! That one makes me feel even more ancient than I am !’

Finally, he tugs at a fairly thick tome bound in leather, with fading lettering on the side, barely legible: Sh..k..re and reading again at random: ‘What’s in a name? That which we call a rose – By any other word would smell as sweet.

‘Humph,’ she replies, ‘never could make much sense of that, but it will do, for now – come, before the sun is quite gone, I wish to amble amongst the flower beds and choose which blooms shall go into my bouquet.’

And so they amble out, arm in arm, a literary pair of suitors; she indicating with her parasol this one and that, he with his stick pointing out his choice of fine specimens; they then move on to the accolent beds that harbour carnations, tiger lilies, and more ….

Rose-picking in the Rose valley near the town ...

Rose-picking in the Rose valley near the town of Kazanlak in Bulgaria, 1870s, engraving by an Austro-Hungarian traveller Felix Philipp Kanitz.(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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4 responses

  1. Very neat scene, as usual. 😀

    May 27, 2013 at 8:23 pm

    • 😛 😀 Thanks, that was fun to do – really liked the roses theme, looking forward to the tea time one ! 😉

      May 28, 2013 at 12:24 am

  2. Also, I’m updating the Word Horde, and “accolent” is our new first word on the list!

    May 27, 2013 at 11:49 pm

  3. Pingback: Save-a-word-Saturday 10 | Bustling along bookshelves . . .

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