{"id":2519,"date":"2021-12-27T20:34:08","date_gmt":"2021-12-28T01:34:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2519"},"modified":"2021-12-28T08:38:37","modified_gmt":"2021-12-28T13:38:37","slug":"2519","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2519","title":{"rendered":"Newly Risen Roads, a Poem of Lost Words, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Newly Risen Roads<br \/>\nA poem of lost words*<br \/>\nBy<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The city streets turned<br \/>\nwooze-roaded,<br \/>\nthe screevers had no sidewalks<br \/>\nto chalk their thorn-crowned saviors,<br \/>\nabby lubbers had nowhere nor anywhen to go,<br \/>\nstore fronts shattered and ramshackled,<br \/>\ncafe chairs scattered (strewn) about the marshy road,<br \/>\nthis all befounded and cabobbled<br \/>\nthe kedge-bellied snogly-g&#8217;eared and the flamfoos.<br \/>\nHow can this be? They wailed and gnashed<br \/>\ntheir teeth and beat their chests.<br \/>\nWe performed the myomancy and nothing was foretold.<br \/>\nWe have done nothing! They shouted,<br \/>\nand cockroaches scuttling sides of crumbling buildings<br \/>\nwith nowhere else to go, echoed: Nothing, nothing, nothing.<br \/>\nEach step the people took sank them deeper,<br \/>\nUntil the antipodes spoke:<\/p>\n<p>May we ever cease our endless shail-abouting<br \/>\nand davering,<br \/>\nmay the dendranthologists be right,<br \/>\nmay we one day neeze through new branches<br \/>\nspying shiny-sky-blue eggs,<br \/>\nmay we cut away each other&#8217;s elflocks<br \/>\nand brush each other&#8217;s hair,<br \/>\npromising to sing forth a new dawn,<br \/>\npromising to tend awake the world,<br \/>\nmay we one day be weeping-ripe,<br \/>\nin order that we may go glad-warbling<br \/>\nthrough newly risen roads.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>*Lost word meanings from the book, \u201cThe Word Museum,\u201d by Jeffrey Kacirk.<\/p>\n<p>1). wooze: marshy ground<br \/>\n2). screevers: someone who draws figures of thorn-crowned saviors on sidewalks<br \/>\n3). abby lubbers: someone who loiters in a church<br \/>\n4). anywhen: anytime<br \/>\n5). befounded: to perplex or stun<br \/>\n6). cabobbled: to mystify or confuse<br \/>\n7). kedge-bellied: someone who stuffs themselves as full as a keg<br \/>\n8). snogly-g&#8217;eared: handsomely dressed<br \/>\n9). flamfoos: a gaudily dressed person<br \/>\n10). myomancy: divination by means of mice<br \/>\n11). antipodes: people living directly on the other side of the earth to us, with their feet directly against ours<br \/>\n12). shail-abouting: to move as if bones were loose in their sockets<br \/>\n13). davering: walking around dazed and aimlessly<br \/>\n14). dendranthologists: people who theorize that humans emerged from trees<br \/>\n15). neeze: to go searching for bird-nests<br \/>\n16). elflocks: knots of hair twisted by elves which cannot be untangled<br \/>\n17). weeping-ripe: ready to weep, ripe for weeping<br \/>\n18). glad-warbling: singing or walking joyfully<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Newly Risen Roads A poem of lost words* By Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; &nbsp; The city streets turned wooze-roaded, the screevers had no sidewalks to chalk their thorn-crowned saviors, abby lubbers had nowhere nor anywhen to go, store fronts shattered and ramshackled, cafe chairs scattered (strewn) about the marshy road, this all befounded and cabobbled [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2519"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2519"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2519\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2522,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2519\/revisions\/2522"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}