Friday, October 16, 2015

Week in Seven Words #265

aloofly
Silver branches with buds that bide their time.

dereliction
The plum-colored house overlooks an abandoned lot. Papers, cigarette stubs, and glass have piled up on the front steps. Among the weeds along the base of the house - the blur of rodents bolting for cover. The French doors are open by a hair.

errantry
I need to be careful, when helping her, to consider my motives and make sure I'm not playing the part of knight errant.

jack-in-the-box
Suddenly the window pops open, and he thrusts half his body out and waves and whistles.

tedium
The statue stares at copper-colored pavement, a bicycle rack, a man and woman arguing about a mutual friend.

utopian
He dreams of living on a farm. He doesn't know anything about farm life, but he wants to live on one. The city makes him feel like less of a person; he imagines that on a farm, he'll feel like he's made of flesh and not frayed wires. He'll be surrounded by earth and growing plants. He'll rise at dawn and commit himself to bed at dusk. This is his dream of farm life.

venous
The dry vines on the building look like veins on the back of a hand.

3 comments:

Brian Joseph said...

You perfectly captured the look and feel of certain neglected places under the word "dereliction".

Thinking about when such places were once active and filled with life makes me sad.

HKatz said...

Thanks - yeah, it suggested so much life, and so many stories. It still does suggest stories, but of a far different sort.

Relyn Lawson said...

venous
The dry vines on the building look like veins on the back of a hand.


Oh, they really do.