by beatriceotto | Nov 6, 2018 | triologisms
Having spent his long and entire adult life ensconced in the castle walls of Gormenghast, Flay, now dismissed, finds a new existence living wild in the surrounding mountains. At first his exile is desperate, but he eventually develops a certain liking for his newfound...
by beatriceotto | Oct 9, 2018 | triologisms
Such a detailed description of a passing light effect created by a boat moving through night waters. Particularly original is that ‘onion-outlined’ churn. ‘A boat, its dark shape looking faintly ominous, sculled towards the island and broke the...
by beatriceotto | Aug 28, 2018 | triologisms
When did you last stop to study a light-laden drop of water, seeing in it a convex-reflected cosmos? You have, of course, at some time, done so, haven’t you? No? Then put it to the top of your to-do list. ‘Light-laden drops rolled down the green flags as...
by beatriceotto | Aug 14, 2018 | triologisms
The only time I’ve seen the sun likened to a dandelion, here smiting the heights with light! ‘When the sun, like an immense dandelion, looked over the light-smitten height of Cosdon Beacon, Tarka was returning along a lynch, or rough trackway, to the...
by beatriceotto | Aug 7, 2018 | triologisms
I recall seeing more vapour-ringed moons than suns, but it may be that I look at the moon more than the blinding sun. ‘Every day on the Burrows was a period of silence under a vapour-ringed sun that slid into night glowing and quivering with the zones and...
by beatriceotto | Aug 6, 2018 | metaphors
An alliterative description of a bone-like beacon. ‘The bright eye of the light-house standing like a bleached bone at the edge of the sandhills, blinked in the clear air.’ Source: Henry Williamson, Tarka the Otter: His joyful water-life and death...
by beatriceotto | Jul 24, 2018 | triologisms
This is part of a poetically imagined overview of joyous, resilient and pure-spirited swallows contemplating their coming continent-spanning migrations. ‘They talked of white-and-grey seas, of winds that fling away the stroke of wings, of great thunder-shocks in...
by beatriceotto | Jul 17, 2018 | triologisms
You can feel the warmth of a summer day with diaphanous wings darting over glittering ripples. ‘She heard the rustling clicks of dragon-flies’ wings over the sun-splashy ripples.’ Source: Henry Williamson, Tarka the Otter: His joyful...
by beatriceotto | Jun 20, 2018 | put in a good word
An English south-west dialect word for dusk or twilight, hinted at in the opening ‘dim…’. ‘At dimmity it flew down the right bank of the river …’ ‘At dimmit light …’ Not to be confused with ‘dimity’, a...
