Silence was met with mostly silence. This is not unexpected. However there was more interest than I would have expected for a new thing, enough of it positive that I shall keep going.
Stefanie, author of A Stone in the River, threw this up there:
I’ll let you all chew on that. In the meantime, it’s Wednesday. So there is a new word. Enjoy!
The Wednesday Word
for 16 June 2021
You can respond in the comments below or make a Twitter post to the Wednesday Word. Either way, begin your response with #sanctify.
Your response can be anything. An observation, a story, a thought. In the spirit of word prompts, it’s best if you use the word; but I’m not even a stickler about that. Especially if you can convey the meaning without ever touching the word. In fact, in that case, I’d be rather impressed.
If responding in Twitter, you are limited to the forms of Twitter. I would prefer that there be no threads because that becomes difficult to parse in the notifications in-box. So if you have something long, post it in the comments below. That said, please don’t go too long. Let’s keep it under 2000 words, shall we. I’m not going to count, but I’m also not promising to read a dissertation. Unless it’s really good!
If I receive something noteworthy, I’ll post it next week. If not, well, that’s fine too. I know you all are busy. But if you’ve read this far, then I’ve made you think about… sanctify.
and they came fleet-footed and fae spilling seed in the soft summer airs and they hallowed this ground in incandescent sentience the kenning of keen eyes and care eternal and they sanctified this garden with verdant and voluptuous life and so you stand on sacred soil greeting the sunrise gratitude swelling with the light and so you stand on sacred soil in fortune dwelling blessed in fertile dreams bedight
©Elizabeth Anker 2021
3 thoughts on “The Wednesday Word”
Thank you! Ok, this one took some mulling, but here goes.
I don my ritual dress and
cover my head in respect
before entering the sanctified space.
The incense of flowers fills the air
as I kneel before the beans,
bow to the berries,
whisper prayers to the corn and
sing praises to the apples
in this holy place,
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Yes, indeed! Must appease the garden spirits!
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Sanctify was a good little race horse
who loved to run on the dirt.
She was a cute little filly,
and oh! how she could flirt.
Her race day colors
made her happy and gay.
And coming in first
meant oats and good hay.
Now she lives on a farm,
way out of the way.
And for the rest of her days,
That’s where she will stay.
And kids bring her sugar
and a carrot or two.
And once in a while,
There’s a young stud to woo.
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