It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:
1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.
2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)
3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.
4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.
5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!
I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my “Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, since I’ve gotten in the habit of having my vignettes all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t pop over here real quick and post it for the blog-inclined to see, too!
So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day.
The theme: Earlobes.
The word: “Gapeseed”, a noun meaning “anything that causes stares; or someone who stares”.
The example: Robin followed Allyn’s focused gaze across the lawn toward the ethereal figures dancing in firelight beneath the stars, and chuckled. “The Faeries will make a gapeseed of anyone, eh?”
Allyn came out of his reverie. “Pardon?”
“The Fey folk,” Robin repeated. “A captivating sight.”
“No.” Allyn shook his head. “I mean, yes, they are. Breathtaking. It’s only… many of them wear earrings.”
Robin’s head tipped in puzzlement. “Yes… and?”
The shadow of a furrow appeared between Allyn’s brows. “With their healing magic going strong enough to keep a Faire full of violently killed men alive and whole, how do they manage to maintain punctures for jewelry in their earlobes?”
“Um.” Robin blinked. “…It’s magic?”
“Perhaps I’ll ask one of them,” Allyn said, his attention once more on the Avalon natives’ fluid movement. “If my breath returns to me at their dance’s end.”