Will you take the challenge and write a poem using these words?

A Knight's Tale

Our hero once hirsute, now glabrous with advancing age,

keeps his calvous crown covered all night and day.

The fusty old gangrel shuffles down a dusty road,

humming the words of an ancient canticle to himself.

With anamnesis fading, too, interpolation of neologisms

becomes his wont increasingly from time to time.

If only you had seen him in the glory of his youth,

you'd deem his present visage an ectype of his former self—

resulting from novations with accumulating years,

without solatium or adytum to offer comfort from the past.

At last, among adventive boscages, he finds a place to rest

in hopes to ease his weary bones and most procellous mind.

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adventive - not native to a new habitat; locally or temporarily naturalized

adytum - the sanctum in an ancient temple; place one goes for peace

anamnesis - recalling to memory; ability to hold in the mind

boscage - a mass of trees or shrubs; thicket

calvous - bald

canticle - hymn; chant; song

ectype - a reproduction; copy; duplicate

fusty - moldy

gangrel - a vagabond; drifter

interpolation - insertion; inclusion; injection

novation - the substitution of a new obligation for an old one

procellous - stormy

solatium - compensation for damage to the feelings as distinct from financial loss or physical suffering; additional benefit; bonus

Christmas

Adventive, thirty, forty years or so

Oh adytum, must I begin again

anamnesis, will urgent passions grow

each day born to new lives as little men

boscage, the rage for this necessitude

though calvous, welcomed, loved, chosen, adored

the canticle of muted gratitude,

with ectype raised, credence to lead the horde.

the musty fusty, sensations of love,

gangrel, the twilight flyers we know of

although remembered well, old words anew

novation will burn hopes, those worn out views

of love, the sober years, procellous pose

the scent is a solatium’s hint of rose.

Anamnesis (title)

In anamnesis I find a new horizon,

The adytum of my soul.

Fusty- a way from hence I grow away.

My faith is like the calvous head,

But each day,

Hair by hair,

Moment by moment,

I introduce my gangrel self to an adventive world.

No solatium is needed because I’ve concealed myself in a boscage of my own,

So now I must sprout and bask in the sun of novation.

No ectype of my heart will ever show old scars,

For I am growing and interpolating my own.

I’m procelous and revived,

For love’s canticle has awakened my soul.

A new rain falls,

A new taste comes,

In anamnesis I’ve found a new horizon.

As for a haiku...........

Nature's novation,

Defiant and procelous

Adytum of life.

adventive and adytum

boscage and calvous

i dont know how they describe us

canticle and ectype

fusty and gangrel

to me they seem unreal

interpolation,procellous,solatium and novation

i have no idea what those words mean; and i think anamnesis has something to do with either medecine or religion

We meet under a adventive red sky

you fusty crushingleel ''this is it '

interpolation sinking rasing our breath

against the crunching snow ,

novation you tell me , i take it with me

in my mouth a rawness in my throat

boscage this is the spot

that was hard I tryed to make it solatium and soft :)

Interpolation? You shall have interpolation...

when you answer for the burning of the Westfold,

and the children that lie dead there.

You shall have interpolation...

when the lives of the soldiers,

whose bodies were hewn

even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornberg,

are avenged!

When a sword is interpolated in your throat,

we shall have interpolation.

Hello Tori, what a delightful idea. I am not a poet, but my daughter Dallas would love this if it remains up through tomorrow. I know she has answered the challenge for LC and she cares deeply for you. I'll keep this in mail to check in at times to read. I hope you are well and will be all your days.

Adventive

Adventive is a word I would use,

To describe,

To describe a man,

Who was a scribe for ,

A local blind man,

You see,

The Blind was quite a bore,

His letters always dull,

So to make his work more fun,

He spiced up every one,

I'm not a poet, but I did enjoy reading the poems of those who took up your challenge.

My thanks to Blue Feather for the delightful tale and definitions. I really enjoyed your poetry.

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Hi.

calvous. (calvous, latin, means bald).

Bald people no need to be anxious,

No bad hair days ,no disastrous,

No preening required so humanus ,

No shedding in the fall gratus,

No hairdressers , I love their cantos.

No Nair needed just bald personatus,

Don't poke fun, that could be your status.

My time was kind of short sorry just made this up. Thanks for your post.

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