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    [post_content] => When I’m alone I use the lost language, gathering up giltycups
for your grave, thinking only of how much you loved yellow, how you’d
stretch your hand to the sun in the archet, watching it settle in the grooves
and galaxy of your palm. We’ve been having cazelty weather since you went,
my love, the sky is dark over the gallycrows and the chimleys still smoke,
although it’s supposed to be spring. I think of you avroze in autumn,
knowing somehow you’re taking the blowth off the trees, and I’m angry
at you playing hidy-buck with me – you were always meant to be found,
eventually. It’s your turn! you’d yell, well, tiaken boy, I’m still seeking.
I only wished to tell you of the hoss-stingers I saw down by the river,
their wings and the water all of the same glitter, and how the poppies to-year
are redder than ever. I only wanted to tell you how you’re laid anigh the place
we loved, the place where all the dummels swarm the honey-zuck.
I never realised our home held so little and so much – I kept your popples,
sold on the rottletraps and the dust. The mourners didn’t understand
when I said I’d found a fairy’s heart so I think, somehow, it will be
my last. I left it with you as the wordle passed, and it’s cazelty weather
for us again, rathe love, look – the sky is singing thunder.

________

Words from the Dorset Dialect, South-West England:

Archet: Orchard
Anigh: Near to
Avore: Before
Avroze: Frozen
Blowth: Blossom
Cazelty weather: “Casualty weather” i.e. thunderous / stormy
Chimley: Chimney
Dummel: (Abbreviation of Dumbledore) – Bumblebee
Fairy’s heart: Fossil
Gallycrow: Scarecrow
Giltycup: Buttercup
Hidy-buck: Hide-and-seek
Honey-zuck: Honeysuckle
Hoss-stinger: Dragonfly
Popple: Pebble
Rathe: Early
Rottletraps: Rickety old household items
Tiaken: Attractive / captivating / compelling
To-year: This year
Wordle: World


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Avore

Amy Wolstenholme

When I’m alone I use the lost language, gathering up giltycups
for your grave, thinking only of how much you loved yellow, how you’d
stretch your hand to the sun in the archet, watching it settle in the grooves
and galaxy of your palm. We’ve been having cazelty weather since you went,
my love, the sky is dark over the gallycrows and the chimleys still smoke,
although it’s supposed to be spring. I think of you avroze in autumn,
knowing somehow you’re taking the blowth off the trees, and I’m angry
at you playing hidy-buck with me – you were always meant to be found,
eventually. It’s your turn! you’d yell, well, tiaken boy, I’m still seeking.
I only wished to tell you of the hoss-stingers I saw down by the river,
their wings and the water all of the same glitter, and how the poppies to-year
are redder than ever. I only wanted to tell you how you’re laid anigh the place
we loved, the place where all the dummels swarm the honey-zuck.
I never realised our home held so little and so much – I kept your popples,
sold on the rottletraps and the dust. The mourners didn’t understand
when I said I’d found a fairy’s heart so I think, somehow, it will be
my last. I left it with you as the wordle passed, and it’s cazelty weather
for us again, rathe love, look – the sky is singing thunder.

________

Words from the Dorset Dialect, South-West England:

Archet: Orchard
Anigh: Near to
Avore: Before
Avroze: Frozen
Blowth: Blossom
Cazelty weather: “Casualty weather” i.e. thunderous / stormy
Chimley: Chimney
Dummel: (Abbreviation of Dumbledore) – Bumblebee
Fairy’s heart: Fossil
Gallycrow: Scarecrow
Giltycup: Buttercup
Hidy-buck: Hide-and-seek
Honey-zuck: Honeysuckle
Hoss-stinger: Dragonfly
Popple: Pebble
Rathe: Early
Rottletraps: Rickety old household items
Tiaken: Attractive / captivating / compelling
To-year: This year
Wordle: World