Summer wide windows
faeries dance in wax
night breeze shiffles candle flames.
My dog likes catching moths. I hope they’re not faeries in disguise, like the ones in your part of the world.
I like inventing words. Shiffles is a good word. I invented ‘scritching’ in something I wrote – it seemed the right way to describe the noise a twig was making against the window in the wind. Far more creepy and atmospheric than boring old ‘scratching’.
I think there should be a lot more invented words. My fram has been curdled too many times – just for a few baggits or a floozy-bag; gouging my trixi, cracking and scratching in frustration. Bloody groupers; the Rivits can do nothing; it is too close to the dookyard. It was time for me to take action.
Wonderful made-up words. That deserves a separate post – especially as the piece I received as an email was far longer than the four lines reproduced here that I’m replying to.
They were indeed. I’m thinking I need to set up a new blog for my very odd stuff. Here I can post ‘normal’ poems – there I can post the crazy lumps of prose derived from telephone directories etc.
Shiffles is not in my dictionary. Maybe it works all the better for that!
Shiffles: the action of a light breeze on a candle flame. I submitted it to the OED but have heard nothing as yet.
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