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Save-a-word-Saturday 10

 
 
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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.

 
Cripes, nearly missed this week’s again ! Got in by the skin of me teeth ….
 
                                                                                                                                                Theme: Scarf-a-Scone Saturday
                                                                                                                                       Chosen words: madefy (verb) : to wet
                                                                                                                                                                           magirology(noun):  art of cookery
 
 
 
The bear stomped into the kitchen,  sniffing out honey pots and teabags.‘Tea,’ he growled, as the wind outside blew its cracked cheeks, ‘tea and scones….’The oven required a certain amount of work with the bellows, and the flour was rather furry – however, he was not to be done out of his required sustenance, and half an hour later, a steaming bear sat before the fire,  stretching his madefied toes towards a healthy, roaring fire,  slurping his tea and stuffing his face with magirological delights.Who can beat  a scone, eh….
(Now off to hunt for some …)
 
hmmm… jammy ones… he’ll like those ….

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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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Save A Word Saturday ‘Laughter’

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The rules run thusly:


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!

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.

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Last week, I neglected to add my link in time – I have remedied now however – meanwhile, here is my contribution:

This week’s theme is:

Laughter (Previously:Castles)

Chosen words:

Balatron: n.-a joker, a clown

Hariolation: n.-  a prophecy

 

The meal is over; the king’s jester, appetite now quite sated and thirst thoroughly quenched, darts across to a shadowy corner of the room where a tapestry hangs loosely – hooking it back, he bows to the king and reveals … a bundle of patches,beads and plaited red hair. ’Behold, your majesty – another diversion; something to make us laugh with disbelief or creep fearfully to our beds; either way, it shall be entertainment, no?’

‘A fortune-teller? I suppose so; you have done so well this day, you may choose the manner of its passing – speak, then, madam, perform your hariolations!’

The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The bundle of patches, beads and red hair looks up at the king and smiles. Is it his imagination, or does the king feel a sudden chill in the chamber ? Is there a draught, or is it the manner of the fortune teller’s smile ? Whatever the cause, he shivers involuntarily and calls for an extra cloak.

‘Now, now, good woman,’ cries out his Majesty’s balatron, ‘no tricks now, speak true or not at all!’

The fortune-teller smiles again, and beckons to the king. A fortune-teller, beckoning a king? What land is this ? Why,  simply, a land where prophecy, magic and second-sight are treated with due respect. So the king draws near…

A cry rings out across the chamber, followed by incredulous laughter.

The king leaves, ashen-faced. The jester remains, rolling on the floor with mirth. And the fortune-teller? There is no sign of her now – and none saw her leave the castle.

A watchman did see a great owl fly from the narrow chamber window, however, hooting derisively.

The King is ailing now, and not expected to last out the month. Every time his advisors beg him to name an heir – he points to his jester, who begins to chuckle.

Strange times indeed. A jester for a king. Who would have thought it …

Who would have thought it … (The Court Jester, by W.Merrit Chase Keying)


Save a Word Saturday (Late)

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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:

Castles

And my chosen words are :

Edacious:  jocular, gluttonous, pertaining to eating

 Ebrious:  drunk

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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.

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