The Lord Scroley Dictionary - Volume 2

As the Scrabble Dictionary releases its new words here are a few more

'Destituning' - meaning: to protect oneself from disappointment by imagining everything will always go wrong

'Motusdubium' - meaning: the sudden chilling doubt that you are on the right train as it pulls out

'Ostiumabominatio' - meaning: the realisation, too late, that it's not your toothbrush

'Cochleone' - meaning: the sadness caused by thinking a slug is a homeless snail

‘Saeplect’ - meaning – the smile of knowing you are the only one on the bus silently repeating the word ‘plectrum’ in your head

‘Gearmentia’ – meaning - suddenly forgetting where reverse gear is in a car you regularly drive

‘Alliumysterium’ – meaning – the jar right at the back of the fridge containing a single pickled onion in cloudy liquid that you never owned

‘Jamaisvu’ - meaning: strange & unsettling feeling you have never seen or experienced the moment before, opposite of déjà vu

'Cunicupedibus' - meaning: the awkward pain and embarrassment of pushing both feet down a single trouser leg

The Tiny Seed

The garden was lovely, perhaps the most beautiful it had ever been. Years of toil were paying dividends and things were growing in previously barren areas. The result of all this work was a sense of happiness, of achievement, of well being. 

However one shadow still lurked. Despite the years of digging, sieving, weeding out all that could cause a problem to this paradise one seed still hid. The one tiny seed that could undermine all that had been achieved. One tiny seed with the power to negate all the good. It was there and would sprout into life one day growing tall quickly. Its shadow would rob the bright colours of their vibrancy, shade the joy. One tiny seed - the seed of doubt.

The Lord Scroley Dictionary - Volume 1

'Handbarress' - meaning: when you return a wave to someone then see their friend standing behind you waving back at them

'Barbedqueue' - meaning: When you move from the slow queue only to watch it suddenly speed up as your new one freezes

'Shaveletting' - meaning: the irrational fear that all the pencil sharpeners you've ever lost are plotting against you

'Poultrification' - meaning: the look of a forgetful chicken staring disconsolately back to the other side of the road

'Corviglum' - meaning: To creep up to single magpies and tell them how sad you are feeling

'Ipsumobruent' - meaning: The belief that every bottle has a genie inside but nearly all have now drowned

'Picklemongering' - meaning: To create small models of famous battles & battlefields from chutney

'Basilistis' - meaning: the disquieting suspicion that the herbs in your garden are mimicking your voice

'Olecraneist' - meaning: the feeling you have when you suspect one of your elbows is planning a bank heist

‘Urinfall’  - meaning: the affect of running water on a pressured bladder some distance from a natural place of relief

Searching

They had been looking for it everywhere. They knew they must still have it, they wouldn’t, couldn’t have thrown something so valuable away. So it must just be displaced, put back in the wrong place, tidied away, it couldn’t be lost.

But the longer they looked the more dispirited they became. Inside they began to blame the others for its loss. Questions formed, accusations made, silences deafening, wounds opened.

In desperation, finally, led by exhaustion they collapsed into each others arms. There, held together they found it. Small, fragile but most definitely there - hope

Our haunted souls

In ancient times there were those that believed that certain birds and their cries were the lost and haunted souls of humans. Seagulls held the lost sailors and fishermen, Ravens the souls of those that worked the land. Today, in our modern world what birds carry the lives of our professions? Which jobs are represented by the Great Tit, which career by the Lyrebird?

The Glass Wall

He could hear them again. He walked to the wall and pressed the glass against his wallpaper listened to the familiar routine.

His slightly raised voice, hers a quiet murmur. The male voice rising followed by a higher pitched response. Then the escalation, his shouting, screaming hysterical voice. Hers now lost in the tirade as the noise becomes scary. Then the sound of something breaking, a feint thud and the silence. The awful, awful silence.

He takes the glass from the wall and turns away. He doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know how to help, who to talk to.

He goes back to the table and looks at the press cuttings. Yellowed with age they record the awful incident when a gas explosion destroyed the house next door killing the young bride and her baby. The husband returning home from the pub to complete destruction. The subsequent investigation recording accidental death.

He steps outside his front door and walks down to his gate turning to see the gap where number 46 had been. Never rebuilt in over twenty years now a missing monument to a tragedy few knew about and even fewer cared.

Shafts of Sunlight

Deep under the ground of Seething run a myriad of shafts lying dormant since emptied of their talcum. Deep in our minds shafts of creativity, fun and hope fall into disuse and begin to petrify. How do we rediscover the locations of these pitheads and encourage our thoughts and actions to explore these rich veins again? 

One day a man looked back upon his time and realised quite how early in his life learned fear had begun to influence his decision-making. Thoughts of failure and embarrassment had been fuelled and reinforced far too early by the ‘right and wrong’ dogmatism of ‘knowledge’. True exploration of ideas and play had been quietly restrained by those that cared – ‘Let us save you the trouble for we too have tried that and it won’t work.’ 

But of course it will because it can only fail against your expectations and mine will be different to yours yet still with guiding heart we all try to lead people to our safe land and accidently take away exploration.

I shall search for the pitheads of the talcum mines. Don’t tell me they never existed because I know in my mind that they did and I will find them. Then, I will laugh and that sound will echo down my past to the child who smiled at the sun and believed.

(This also appears on https://seethingography.wordpress.com)