Street Art

Girl with street light

 

I came across art in the street

It stretched before me

Covering pavement

It's out of proportion

But the artist did no wrong

The woman viewed the girl

Motionless

The lighting was perfect

Then the woman moved

The art was gone

Impermanent

Until the next shadow

 

What's a Stook?

Today I thought I'd created a new word. I was very pleased with myself in an intellectual kind of way. It amused the left half of my brain to think in terms of dictionaries and alphabets.
It all came about from a simple typo (of which word, I'm afraid I forget). Anyway, Bill Gates drew his squiggly red line under my word informing me I was a spelling numpty. However, before I corrected, I stopped and stared. For was this not a great-sounding word? Did it not conjure up images of West African birds with enormous iridescent wingspans or mysterious doppelganger spirits that feed on the souls of those they resemble?
Sadly it turns out that a stook is already a word. There's a picture of one at the top of this post. Some kind of sheaf of hay.. Hang on though... there's more than one, and they are identical And, if it was black it might look a bit like a Dementor from Harry Potter. Watch out! It's after your soul....

stook (stook) Pronunciation: /stʊk, stuːk/

British

Definition of stook

noun

• a group of sheaves of grain stood on end in a field.

 

Bunting

Do you like my new background? I should perhaps mention that I chose it for several reasons.

Firstly, because it makes me think of beach huts and let's face it, who wouldn't want one of those? I imagine myself creating a mini art studio by the sea, painting all day while watched by nosy seagulls, then selling my works to wealthy tourists who flock to my beach just for my art! (Don't knock it... this is MY daydream!).

Secondly, it has bunting. Bunting is one of my all time favourite words. There's just something about it that conjures up Britain and parties in village halls and school fetes and second-hand car lots as it rolls off the tongue. I also like the word rhubarb. Go on, say it ... slowly mind ... let your tongue savour the tang of each syllable. Delicious eh?

My favourite place name is Ouagadougou (that's the capital of Burkina Faso). I seriously love exercising my cheek muscles over that one.

What are your favourite words?