Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (17)

Save-a-Word Saturday

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.

This week’s theme is:
Sparsile – Of a star that is independent of a constellation.
His fingers ached to reach out and glide over the shelves filled with unimaginable treasures. Ancient texts, copper contraptions, mummified hands…it was all here, right before his eyes, calling out for his caress.
Thousands of relics, beautiful creations priceless in value. And he could have just one.
He walked among the rows, careful not to touch anything until his final decision was made. Some of the items drew his attention, others he passed with barely a glance. But when his rounds were complete, only one thing proved to be worth a second viewing.
The hourglass was small, easily able to sit within the palm of his hand. Its exterior was plain, its design simplistic and uninteresting. But inside, there was no sand to mark the passage of time. Rather, tiny crystals of tinted glass dropped delicately from one end to the other, like hundreds of sparsile stars falling from the skies.
He listened to the soft twinkling of each star’s descent.
Then he smiled, and reached out his arm.


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