A to Z Challenge | I & Weekend Writing Prompt | Forage

Another two for one on challenges. (I used the word unforaged instead of forage). Have a great weekend all!

The Words

“Illapse: A sophisticated word meaning the gliding or sliding of one thing into another or to fall or flow. The illapse of new words into the English language shows no sign of abating.

“Immure: The Latin word for a wall is murus and this provides the root for mural, a wall painting. To immure is to entomb or place something in a wall. Immure also has a general sense of somebody being walled in somewhere in a figurative sense. Ever since he bought that games console my son has been immured in his bedroom for hours on end.”

“Immutable: Immutable derives from the Latin immutabilis, meaning unable to change. The modern sense of immutable is something that is set in stone, so to speak, and cannot be altered or changed. There are immutable guidelines for dealing with such situations.

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

Weekend Writing Prompt | Forage

Immured in this cycle,
Immutable.
I wake, I rise, I do, I fall, to sleep.

How would you feel if today was your last day?
Because in answer to the very same,
I felt sad.

I’ve ticked the boxes of society.
Illapsed into the tempo of the average.

I think to times I am filled with pure life,
And wonder how to make every moment mirror those.

Could I let a different light guide me?
To a land unforaged, open and free.

A to Z Challenge | H

The Words

“Halcyon: In Greek mythology, Alkyone, the daughter of Aeolus, the god of the winds, became so distraught when she learned that her husband had been killed in a shipwreck that she threw herself into the sea and was changed into a kingfisher. The Ancient Greeks named kingfishers alkyon or halcyon. Legend has it that when kingfishers nest in winter they help to calm the rough seas and so halcyon has come to mean a period of calm and relief from worry and stress. She often recalled the halcyon days of her childhood.”

“Hypogeal: Hypogeal relates to things that grow or live below the surface and is an alternative synonym to subterranean. The two words are more or less interchangeable except that hypogeal relates to living things whereas subterranean merely means beneath the ground. Hypogeal plants germinate below the surface of the earth.

“Hesperidate: In Ancient Greek mythology, Hesperides was a beautiful garden guarded by nymphs that contained trees bearing golden fruit. It was said to lie in the westernmost part of the world and produced the fruit given as a wedding present by Gaia to Hera on the occasion of her marriage to Zeus. The adjective hesperidate can be used as a classical allusion to any garden or orchard with beautiful fruit trees. In autumn the gardens fill with a hesperidate glow of golden colours.

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

Morning Meditation

I fold
One leg over the other
Upright I breath
In and out fresh streams

I fold
Into my soul
Float down to the hypogeal garden
That lives beneath my surface

I fold
Earth over earth
Tilling the land
My hesperidate trees blossom

I pick
The fruits of my labour
Halcyon moments
Suck in to savour

I know
I can come back to my enchantment
Of my fresh flowered garden
Just a deep breath away

In my mind.

A to Z Challenge | G

The Words

“Grubble: To grubble is to grope around in the dark for something. The origin of the word is uncertain but it could be an extension of the Middle English grubben, meaning to dig or rummage.”

“Gloaming: A term that derives from the Old English glōm, which was the word for twilight or dusk. From Old English the word went north of the border into Scottish dialects, where the gloaming became the moments just before sundown. Gloaming settings are a standard atmospheric device in Scandinavian crime dramas.

“Gaucherie: A gaucherie is an awkward, clumsy or tactless social act or comment. Derived from French, it has its root in the word for left, gauche. The negative connotation possibly springs from old superstitions about left-handed people being ungainly or accident prone. Many people seem oblivious to the gaucheries they commit when they express their opinions on social media.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

Twinkling Stars

Stars start to twinkle behind the sunset,
Gloaming is upon us,
And me dressed up in my little glitter dress,
And you dressed down in your nonchalance,
Something I’ve always loved about you is how you keep your cool.

We glide into the esteemed entryway,
Brass twangs fill our ears and you can tell I want to dance already.
You take us two flutes from a tray skimming past,
Handing one to me and whispering in my ear,
How many gaucheries do I think we’ll see before the night is through?
I giggle back to you,
And I hope I don’t commit one too,
Once I’ve had a few.

I grubble for your hand as elegantly as I can,
But you make it easy for me as you always do,
Whisking me away to ballroom floors,
Under skies of hanging candles.

I melt into your arms,
Silk for you to weave into intricate garments,
You make me feel free,
I could go anywhere,
The expanse of stars twinkle,
A night sky of possibilities.

A to Z Challenge | F

The Words

“Fatidic: Fatidic is closely related to the word fate, and is derived from the Latin word fatum, meaning that which has been spoken. A number of superstitious cultures believed that fate could be prophesied by mystics and soothsayers. Anything fatidic relates to a prophecy or prediction. He had an almost fatidic ability to pick winners of horse races.

“Felicity: One of the greatest nouns in the English language and much underused. When Edwyn Collins, the lead singer of the 1980s Scottish alternative pop band Orange Juice sang in the song ‘Felicity’ he was expressing one of the meanings of the word: the quality or state of being made happy by something or someone. He was also, perhaps unintentionally, right twice, as the secondary, more highbrow meaning of felicity is having felicity with language, which means using words perfectly to express ideas, emotions and thoughts. She prided herself on her exquisite felicity with language.

“Fribble: A rather amusing word that first appeared in English during the nineteenth century. A tendency to fribble means to while away time doing inconsequential things when there are more pressing (but tedious) tasks to be done. She fribbled away the whole morning browsing the internet.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

Fate Undecided

I waltzed into Mystic Myra’s canopied cubby. Royal purple silks flowed into rivers of tasseled beanbags that surrounded a low circular table. I sunk into the comfort, and the fatidic aura sunk into me.

Incense blistered at the edge of the room, something someone more sceptical might consider a fire hazard, but I was fully immersed, trusting in my mystic.

Myra stepped from behind a floaty curtain and flourished into a bean bag opposite me. She was known to have felicity with her words. Yes she created the right atmosphere, sparking arcane senses, but she also had a scientific precision with her predictions, and she was never wrong,

“So my child,” Myra addressed me as such even though I thought she actually looked younger than me, her rosy cheeks glowing, her blonde hair wavy and care free. “What can I answer for you today?”

Once again, a skeptic might question why Myra didn’t already know the answer to her question, but she knows I would want to know so much, it’s not her place to chose for me.

I take a heavy breath, catching myself before I cough on the curdled smoke. “When will I die?” I ask. It’s been weighing on my mind recently, ever since my husband died. I’d been talking to him through Myra once a week, but I needed to know once and for all, should I make an effort to move on, or will I be with him again soon?

Myra swirled her hands above a cloudy orb. “This fate has not yet been decided,” she chants, “I sense you are yet to decide.”

Her wisdom overwhelmed me. For her to utter those words exposed my thoughts, exposed me. I had yet to chose my fate, I hoped she might have chosen for me. I should have known it was not her place to dictate, only relay. The reality of what I’d been considering, now that it was opaque, seemed unthinkable. I was done fribbling away my time, I would live a life my husband would be proud of. That I would be proud of.

“It looks like you’ve made a decision.” A light grin shone through Myra’s eyes that mirrored mine.

“Thank you.” I said simply with sincerity. Before waltzing back out of the drapes, following life.

Transition | A dVerse Prompt

Todays prompt on dVerse is about flipping poetry meanings. I thought flipping a poem would be fun but decided to go for a diamante poem below. And I enjoyed it so much I wrote two. Below my attempts I’ve added how to write one which I took from dVerse’s post.


Sleep
Calm, serene
Soothing, relaxing, restoring
Drowsy, chill, bright, fresh,
Living, arousing, breathing,
vibrant, rich,
Awake

Moon
Bold, sister,
Waxing, waning, spiriting,
Caring, warm, bright, pure
Scorching, guiding, living,
Radiant, mother,
Sun

Line 1: Noun or subject
Line 2: Two Adjectives describing the first noun/subject
Line 3: Three -ing words describing the first noun/subject
Line 4: Four words: two about the first noun/subject, two about the antonym/synonym
Line 5: Three -ing words about the antonym/synonym
Line 6: Two adjectives describing the antonym/synonym
Line 7: Antonym/synonym for the subject

A to Z Challenge | E

E is my favourite letter for an obvious reason. So this one was extra fun.

The Words

“Ebriosity: Taken from the Latin word ebrius, meaning drunk, ebriosity is a rather elegant word for alcoholism. The actor’s career was ruined by his ebriosity.”

“Ebullient: Somebody described as ebullient is bubbling with excitement and anticipation. The word derives from the Latin word ebullire, meaning to boil or bubble. The word has existed in English since the fifteenth century and was possibly a culinary term originally before the meaning was expanded to be used figuratively to describe human characteristics. The team were in an ebullient mood in the dressing room before the final match of the season.”

“Effulgent: Anything that shines with splendour and brilliance can be described as effulgent. To effulge is to shine forth, although as a verb, effulge has never quite taken off. Both words have their root in one of the many Latin words for shine, fulgēre. As if from the heavens, the clouds broke and an effulgent light shone down.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

Hello Me

I’ve seen people with ebriosity and it’s been anything but a party. I make slight comments about my Mother’s bottle of wine a night. I say them not to offend or attack, but to try and help with the realisation and self knowledge.

It is certainly hard to know one’s self. Often we say about our spouse that they know us better than we know ourselves, and although it is a compliment to them, is it also not an insult to us? Why are we neglecting our self care and self love and self awareness. Not bubble baths and face masks and a cheeky chocolate. Superficial moments built on a web of marketing. We should ask ourselves intimate questions, find out our core and our heart and how to make us happier when the world makes us sad.

I sit ebullient at the prospect of what could come, all the wonder I now hold for something I’d always just let walk by in the mirror without a deeper look.

Up from my meandering mind I glance, through black glass the moon is full and effulgent. A scamper of paws runs across in the distance, must be one of the garden weasels. I wonder how well weasels know themselves, how different is one weasel to another. Do weasels have hobbies, favourite foods, different dreams to distinguish themselves. Does our garden weasel have a soulmate, and does soulmate weasel know how to cheer up garden weasel even when they don’t?

I pull the curtains heavy over the window panes, pained at the loss of time. Imagine meeting your life love at an elderly age, forever thinking you only wish you’d known more about them, fell deeper into them. This is a call not for love. Not for your relationship with another. This is a push to connect with yourself. While I connect with myself.

Hello me, there’s so much I have to tell you.

A to Z Challenge | D (Plus a Bonus Bright Square Prompt)

The Words

“Daedal: Daedalus was the architect in Greek mythology who designed the labyrinth in Crete to house the beastly Minotaur. Daedalus in Latin and Greek means skilfully composed or constructed, hence anything daedal (or daedalean) is intricate, clever and complex. He opened the back of the computer and was confronted by a daedal mesh of wires and circuits.

“Deliquesce: Deliquesce means to dissolve or melt into liquid and is often used in botany to describe plants becoming rotten and turning to mush. Derived from the Latin deliquescere, meaning to be fluid, a more elegant and figurative use is to describe the act of slowly melting, fading or dissolving away. He lay roasting in the sun, deliquescing in the extreme heat.

“Delitescent: Something that is delitescent is hidden away, often furtively. The term is derived from the Latin verb delitescere, meaning to hide. It is the delitescent nature of the civil service that means Whitehall officials rarely address the media.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

I seem to be liking combining challenges and I saw this Squares Photo Challenge over on The Life of B. This weekend had been a lovely bright Easter weekend, so have a sun filled pic of me enjoying the rays, which I will use as a prompt for today’s writing as well. ☀️

Aiming for suave…
Pastel shades of sky deliquesced
Into each other they dissolved
Before she could witness them through squinting eyes
Already delitescent, shy to dusk lullabies

For bright sun stops glaring so early in spring
One moment it casts grey shadows
The next breath the world is tinged
With day’s end. Dreams begin.

There may be pattern and rhythm in cycle
Yet each component is complex, daedal, far fetched
Transpiring beauty, erratic contradicts tidal
Still I wait for summer as the assurance of the seasons are etched.

A to Z Challenge | C

The Words

“Cachinnate: to cachinnate is to let out a loud and raucous, uncontrollable bout of laughter. The word derives from the Latin for loud laughter, cachinnare. I cachinnated so long and loudly at the circus clowns I thought my sides would split.”

“Candour: Candour traces back to the Latin verb candēre, meaning to shine or glow. Candour is often used in relation to language that expresses openness, fairness and honesty. He spoke with refreshing candour about the problems his family had endured.

“Capricious: A capricious person is someone who is impulsive and unpredictable. The word is often used to describe the weather in countries where it can be notoriously volatile or erratic.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

Weekend Writing Prompt | Absurd

What I overheard
Was very absurd
It made me cachinnate, splutter,
But I listened, undeterred.

Jenna was a gossip, but always spoke with candour,
So I very much doubted what she said was slander.

Apparently Dan had gone swimming naked in the sea,
At this point I must mention it was below zero degrees,
But he’d always been capricious... stereotypically gutsy.

Hope it doesn’t count as cheating to write the weekend writing prompt from Sammi in with my A to Z for C! Either way, here ya go.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge | Day Job

For Reena’s Xploration Challenge #179 I was given the last line…

If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

“Dear God...”
I am asked for everything

As I sit above the city
Looking down on simple civilisation
A map illuminated on my table

I move resources
Apprehend criminals
Water plants and tidy streets

I try my best to do all I can for this city
Yet I still get so many prayers come in

Some simple for health and food
Some for nicer homes and hotter wives

But houses and wives don’t grow on trees
And no I can’t magic those trees into existence

If there were no poor there couldn’t be rich
If some didn’t die from disease then they would never find a cure

They worship me even though some question my existence
They call me God but I am not what they imagine

If they knew truly of the image of me
They would throw down their steeples
Unhappy

For I am no God
Just doing my day job

And if my plane ever transcended theirs
I would tell them we have a God too
One I hope is truly omnipresent
If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

A to Z Challenge | B

The Words

“Beatitude: Beatitude is from the Latin beatus, meaning happy. Beatitude is a state of high and unremitting bliss. In theology the word relates to any of the blessings given by Jesus in his Sermon on the Mount as recounted in the Gospel of Matthew and so beatitude can mean a divine blessing bestowed upon somebody. A feeling of beatitude befell him as he lay lounging in the bath.”

“Brumal: Something brumal is indicative of or occurs during the winter and often, naturally, relates to seasonal changes in the weather. The brumal blasts of cold damp air really troubled his asthma.

“Bestir: The verb to bestir has been in English since AD 900. The root is in the Old English word bestyren, which meant to pile up wood, presumably for a fire. To bestir means to rouse from inactivity, as in to wake up. The link to woodpiles is probably related to the practice of stoking up a fire that may have dwindled or gone out while the householders were sleeping.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

An Old Friend

His bones creaked as he bestirred from his bed. His oak house was as old as him, the large room simple but all he needed. The first signs of winter crept in through the cracks, and it took Jack a while to fumble the fire on and thaw through his bones and his home. He peered through the thin glass to see the dirt brown leaves swirl up in the brumal breeze. It may not be hot inside, but he was certainly glad not to be out in the pinching chill.

Jack readied the pot of coffee, slow but certain in his movements so not to waste the grains. Sleeping steam woke above the pot and spread its warmth into the air. He poured himself a mug and sunk into his armchair, it embraced him, his favourite companion. Jack needed no book, no newspaper and didn’t need to busy his hands. His mind kept still in the moment, deep roasty aromas filled his senses, and as he took the first sip of his morning coffee, beatitude curled in his lap, an old friend.