Behold! Your creation - a vile conflagration,
destroying, devouring chattels.
Years of vexation, devoid of causation—
insatiable craving for battles.
With lies you enchanted—false mem'ries implanted;
the flames of betrayal burned brightly.
When taken for granted, then being supplanted,
who wouldn't cry foul, and quite rightly?
Your serpentine tongue made quite sure that you won;
in fairness, you met no resistance.
Deception outdone by none under the sun;
hats off to your dogged persistence.
When it comes to guile, you win by a mile,
there's no one more nimble than you.
Your heart's full of bile, subversion's your style,
your victims have nary a clue.
Though you're not so nice, I'll share some advice—
it just might well be your salvation;
your blood is like ice, but you'll pay the price
if you don't halt this cruel aggravation.
So why not impart some warmth to that heart
that's frozen through to its foundation?
Time for a new start, let the blizzard depart—
begin working on its degelation.
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Author Notes
Image: Eva Rinaldi [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Today's word:
degelation (n.) the process of thawing.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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