I dreamed an alphabet, a word...
Last night I had a dream. In the dream, I wrote a picture book, an ABC, but instead of...
A is for apple. B is for ball... C is for chair...
Each letter was an unusual word. One letter to a page with incredible pictures... I remember only the first five, because the fifth word WOKE ME!
A is for abscond... B is for badminton... C is for corral ... D is for dastardly... E is for eluarthy...
!!!
Eluarthy? Eluarthy? In the dream, I just KNEW that eluarthy is the word used to describe the process by which a large bird swoops around stealing things from jars with its talons...
I woke up and realized I'd made up the word. Went back to sleep and dreamed the last page of the book, a block of prose called CONTEXT, which was a story using all 26 words...
"During the badminton championships at Somerset, a dastardly fellow name Jeremy J absconded with all the miniatures poodles and papillons while the ladies weren't lookng. He coralled them into the loo. Meanwhile, above, in a feat of treacherous eluarthy, an eagle snatched the necklaces of those same unfortunates damsels..."
Or something like that. So then I couldn't sleep and got up to make tea and cinnamon toast.
A is for apple. B is for ball... C is for chair...
Each letter was an unusual word. One letter to a page with incredible pictures... I remember only the first five, because the fifth word WOKE ME!
A is for abscond... B is for badminton... C is for corral ... D is for dastardly... E is for eluarthy...
!!!
Eluarthy? Eluarthy? In the dream, I just KNEW that eluarthy is the word used to describe the process by which a large bird swoops around stealing things from jars with its talons...
I woke up and realized I'd made up the word. Went back to sleep and dreamed the last page of the book, a block of prose called CONTEXT, which was a story using all 26 words...
"During the badminton championships at Somerset, a dastardly fellow name Jeremy J absconded with all the miniatures poodles and papillons while the ladies weren't lookng. He coralled them into the loo. Meanwhile, above, in a feat of treacherous eluarthy, an eagle snatched the necklaces of those same unfortunates damsels..."
Or something like that. So then I couldn't sleep and got up to make tea and cinnamon toast.


1 Comments:
Wow, Laurel, I LOVE this idea. You need to do a book of it.
It reminds me a little of Edward Gorey, and his Gashlycrumb Tinies.
--Peter
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