Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (20)

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:
Flower Pots

And the word of the day is…

Cloakatively – adj. Superficially

Heather worked with nimble fingers, piecing the fragments of the cracked flower pot in place, gluing them tightly, pressing each clay section together until it was impossible to see the fractures.

“You know that’s not going to fix it. When you water the flowers, it’ll leak everywhere,” Jake said, watching her meticulous work, enamoured by her swift movements.

“I’m not going to water them in here,” Heather replied, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she searched for a small sliver of loose clay. “I’m just fixing the pot cloakatively. Just so she doesn’t notice.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jake mumbled, his gaze flicking towards the closed bedroom door. “I’m sorry I broke it. I didn’t…my foot slipped. I didn’t mean to…”

“Yeah, of course.” Heather mimicked his tone perfectly, casting him an unreadable glance before returning to her project. “Let me finish this. Then we can get to the real reason why you snuck into my room at four in the morning.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jake nodded, biting his knuckle nervously, secretly hoping it would take a long while before Heather finished her task, before he had to explain why he’d come.

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