I’m doing one of these a day until the end of April. To send it, copy the permalink or the image file link into an email, tweet, Facebook DM, etc. — or just download and make free with the image.
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WAR OF THE ORANGES WON’T RHYME
Note the odd nexus
of scurvy war and citrus:
Proto-Indo-European nek-es
Internecine’s root of death
appears in nectarine –
a bloodless, fuzzfree
ascorbic saviour
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Wonderful, Julia! I had to look up the etymology to get everything you were saying here — the American Heritage Dictionary has a brief essay.
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Even as a child, I knew that nectarines were the most sinister of the ever-suspect stone fruits.
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I’ll grant you that the smooth skin is suspicious, like men who shave their heads to hide their baldness.
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:-) I enjoyed this very much.
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Thanks, Dale.
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Ha! I think ‘bloody internecine conflict’ is about right.
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Oh yeah? The competition among academic poets reaches its apogee here in the U.S., I gather, but poets everywhere are a contentious lot. Countries with lots of poets, such as Yemen and Somalia, are not famed for pacifism.
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Hmmm. This might finally explain why April is the cruelest month. (grin)
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Hey, maybe so!