The feathers
on this balcony
indicate a recent
coup de
chat.
They’re talking love letters
and I hold my tongue
but not my lips.
The tilting corners betray me.
The envelopes with your distinctive hand writing
my name like a caress
glued down like a kiss,
all our hopes and dreams scribbled onto foolscap
by a fool to a fool
giddy from hormones.
And now love letters
are notes on the counter:
“Turn on the crockpot at noon”
“Running errands. Back around 3.”
Messages that mean you still
love me.
The boots are on.
Laced up tight.
Little Xs pulling things together
(Are those hugs or kisses?)
No matter.
When you’re giving winter the boot,
either
is a good message to wear.
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Fluevog.com Miracles Logan boots from the “Narrative of the Grey Boot Quest” blog post.
I always feel slightly super powered when I wear these boots, though I can’t wear them if I’m running late for work since it takes 4 minutes per boot to lace them up! 🙂
I feel your ethereal pride
in my accomplishment
as firmly as I used to feel
your embrace.
You think
if you swell your chest
and shout with a voice that covers others’
if you argue
every word from the teacher’s mouth
that somehow you can win.
Oh, but hon,
who really has the power?
Consequences grow with your defiance
and you’re the one who loses.
The class laughs,
but it’s at you, not with you.
Biliousness and lies do not lead to success.
Trust me,
honey catches the flies
of achievement and respect.
I heard the rumble of
my grumblings
and wished
and wished
and wished
for what was glorious and joyful
what was fun and focused
what was
ah
what was.
This is uncomfortable
unsettling
unsatisfying
unbearable.
I heard murmuring
everywhere.
Everyone
grumbling
wishing
wanting
longing
for what was,
what no longer can be,
looking
for change again.
Everyone
and
me.
One of the most popular posts on my blog, still getting regular visits after several years is Vocabulary Lessons with Diana Gabaldon, which is a list of new words I discovered while reading Diana’s Outlander series. When I began reading Kerry Greenwood’s Phryne Fisher books, I was finding all sorts of interesting words, but it was only after reading a dozen of the books that I finally managed to annotate vocab from one. Better late than never?
The Phryne Fisher mystery series is set in 1920’s Australia, so some of the words and phrases are regional or archaic slang. They’re still entertaining! A note of interest- The Phryne Fisher books are published by Poisoned Pen Press- out of Phoenix. I’ve visited The Poisoned Pen Bookstore, which is Diana Gabaldon’s local independent bookstore, as she lives nearby.
VOCABULARY FROM DEATH BY WATER (2005)
These are words or phrases which are either new to me, or used in a new way. I pulled the definitions off the first site Google took me to, usually their own definition box.
ANODYNE: “At this early hours the musical entertainment consisted of Mavis at the piano, playing anodyne pieces designed not to offend.” P. 74
BORACIC LOTION: “ The boracic lotion had worked. The inflammation had gone down.” P. 149
BORONIA: “I always did like boronia.” P. 185
COCK-A-HOOP: “That policeman was cock-a-hoop,” p. 205
CONSTRUE: “Phryne gathered up her Chaucer and her glass of gin and tonic and began to construe.” P. 97
I know this word as something like ‘interpreted’ but that is obviously not how it’s used here. Either of these definitions could work.
DEPENDING: “Phryne caught the eye. So did the sapphire, depending from its carefully securable collar.” P. 68 Phryne Fisher wore dark blue and a collar of sapphires, with the great stone depending to her porcelain bosom, which drew Mr. Forrester’s eyes.” P. 194
EMBONPOINT: “Like many from poor hungry beginnings, she has considerable embonpoint and the temperament almost expected of opera singers.” P. 40
(This was not at all what I was expecting the word to mean!)
EXOGAMOUS: “’Because I bet the Maori are exogamous,” said Phryne, who had not waster her time since she left school. ‘Therefore fathers always come from outside the mother’s tribe.’” P 77
GALANTINE: “I thought keas were parrots,’ said Phryne, dissecting a delicious slice off her veal and chicken galantine and spearing it on a piece of cucumber.’” P. 107
GAS AND GAITERS: “Mind, tomorrow there might be some sore heads, but tonight all was gas and gaiters. P. 170
GOANNA: “It was heralded by a strong smell of goanna oil liniment.” P. 13
JAZZ COLOURS: “It was figured with Pierrot and Columbine in jazz colours of black, white and purple.” P.44
Several Phryne novels refer to “jazz colours” and I always wondered what they were. In this novel, she spells it out at last!
LIANAS: The trees soared up out of sight, yards in diameter and hung with lianas and vines.” P. 114
MILLAIS POSE: “There was a silence while a newly renovated doctor stared at Phryne
Fisher in her blue suit, her hands folded in her lap in that Millais pose, her eyes as sharp as emeralds.” P. 188
MISS SAYERS- There’s a question of whether a character prefers Miss Christie or Miss Sayer.”
MORASS: “’Boy’s probably knee deep in a morass by now,’ said Mr. Aubrey.” P. 128
MOROCAIN: “Left alone, Dot stroked her bedspread, which was of rose patterned satin, and then sat down on Phryne’s bed, which was very springy and covered with dark blue morocain.” P. 11
POEM: “Professor Applegate, wearing her other Molyneus evening gown, a slightly frayed poem in black cherry brocade, smiled.” P. 149
POULET Á LA REINE: “They’re a bit tight lipped about their methods,’ said the professor, beginning on her poulet à la reine.” P. 140
PRE-PRANDIAL: “‘Call for a small pre-prandial nip’ Phryne said, still laughing.’Gin for me.’” P 67
PUSSY’S BOW: “I reckon I’m about filled up with tea to pussy’s bow,” said Minton. P. 181
REALISE: Mrs. Singer had decided to go home to Melbourne, realise Mr. Singer’s estate and buy a small house.” P. 219
RECCE: “’A little recce,’ said Phryne and , taking Caroline by the arm, led her out and shut the door.” P. 87
RETAILING: Mr. Forrester, who had palmed Mrs. West off on an unoccupied officer, was telling stories of Paris and artist’s models, and Phryne was retailing how she had once found herself entirely naked and freezing, the only blanket in the atelier being used to cover the artist’s pet wolfhound, and decided at that point that being a model was not as glamorous as she had been led to believe.” P. 202-3
SENTENTIOUSLY: “’Handsome is as handsome does,’ said Phryne sententiously.” P 51
SHIKARS: “’I’ve been on a lot of shikars in my time, young man,’ he added to Jack Mason.” P. 106
SPIFFLICATE: “Needs to go and spifflicate himself on some cold rock.” P. 152
SYBARITES: “It was too early for the real sybarites who never breakfasted but arose in good time for lunch.” P. 45
TANIWANA: “Some of the stokers said she was an evil taniwhara.” P. 52