My Word Tree - seven words in search of a story - as told by Eve.
My WordTree is a short blog about seven words and their secret and surprising lives.
Each wordâs post can be read on its own with many of the wordâs meanings contained within; they also link together to form a complete story.
1. âBeginningâ â a hopeful word, often associated with new life or starting again.
Well there he sits, my little monk: writing my story. He is getting it all wrong. For generations I have been trying to tell him, but he canât hear me â I realise that now. I will begin again with a different audience. I will begin again with you. Thank you for listening. Please help yourself to fruit.
2. âELLâ â a measuring word â & naughty Mr.Shakespeare
All the best families have secrets and the very best have houses big enough to hide them in.
3.âSHROUDâ â a hidden word, can also be tied up in knots.
My great-grandfather died and his good deeds lie quietly. In all the family archives, memoirs and stories, I have found not one scrap nor shred of anyone remembering his kindness kindly. He is dead and Elworth Hall lies in ashes, shrouded by earth.
4. âSEDUCEâ â a tempting word â should be used with care: not altogether to be trusted.
Too much death, I think. Thatâs enough misery â drifting round impractical, damp mansions â wondering whatâs on earth is going on. No one knows whatâs going on. The only answer is to party hard.
5. âGAMEKEEPERâ â an upstart word: now considered sexy. Before that, it lined things up to be shot.
Too much death, I think. Thatâs enough misery â drifting round impractical, damp mansions â wondering whatâs on earth is going on. No one knows whatâs going on. The only answer is to party hard.
6. âDEADLINESâ â always a grim word, generally unreasonable: i.e. exam schedules
Too much death, I think. Thatâs enough misery â drifting round impractical, damp mansions â wondering whatâs on earth is going on. No one knows whatâs going on. The only answer is to party hard.
7. âENDINGSâ â a curious word: may be either sad or happy â but may not in fact exist.
Too much death, I think. Thatâs enough misery â drifting round impractical, damp mansions â wondering whatâs on earth is going on. No one knows whatâs going on. The only answer is to party hard.