The lush mountain passes are calling my name;
their moss-covered ledges in silence proclaim
such wonders that nature has woven for me,
as ferns chant enticingly, "Come and be free!"
A river meanders at will through the glen,
and winds whisper secrets forbidden to men.
It seems time's asleep in this place so serene,
where worries are hiding, nowhere to be seen.
While warm, golden sunlight peeks down through the trees,
the wildflowers curtsey and dance in the breeze;
but, sadly, I can't heed the call of the land—
this prosopopoeia has got out of hand!
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Author Notes
Today's word: prosopopoeia (n.) personification; the application of human characteristics to an inanimate thing.
I probably could have got away without the explanation of the word of the day, as every line, including the last, contains an example of it.
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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