‘The Word Museum’ by Jeffrey Kacirk

 I love words, old ones, new ones, made up ones. Jeffrey’s books deals with the most delicious mix of remarkable forgotten english words. I thought I would post my favourites, but that would be the whole book, so I have chosen a few at random. The best thing to do is buy the book. Have look at Jeffrey’s website for heaps more amazing words, books and a 2010 calender of vanishing vocabulary: http://www.forgottenenglish.com/ . But right now lets have a brief look at some of the wonderful bizarre old english.

miscomfrumple:      To rumple, crease. If one female sits so close to another as to rumple or crease her dress by pressing or sitting upon it, she is said to miscomfrumple it.(Northhamptonshire (J.Wright)

yird-swine:         A mysterious, dreaded sort of animal, called the yird swine, was believed to live in graveyards, burrowing among the dead bodies and devouring them.(Gregor)

Witch’s-stirrups:     Matted locks in a horse’s mane. (Jackson)

ninny-broth:       Popular name for coffee. (Nares) 

I just love this one as I am a coffee addict…sorry…ninnybroth addict!

merry-go-sorry:      A mixture of laughing and crying (R.lHunter)

pixilated:        Led astray, as if by pixies; confused, bewildered, intoxicated  (Mathews)

mobble:       To dress grossly or inelegantly. (Walker)

thrunched:      Very angry, despleased. (Mackay)

and last but not least…
offmagandy:      The best and choicest of delicacies. Rich, stiff cream would be described as ‘real offmagandy.” (Darlington).
Jeffrey dedicates the collection to Lewis Carroll, who was inspired by antiquated English to imagine words like the wonderful “Jabberwocky,”
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
My contribution to such wonderful words:
I’m thrunched. I needed my offmagandy and ninnybroth however the restaurant owner looked at me, huffed loudly, looked down his hooked nose and sneered just one word  ‘mobble’.  How dare he. I held my head high and told him in no uncertain terms that he looked like witches stirrups or more so like a yard swine. I went on in the hautiest voice that I muster up from within that I had been miscomfrumpled on the way here.
He then suggested I have been pixilated. At that comment I slumped down in a merry go sorry state.
I know, I know, a dreadful piece and a cheek to put that up straight after Lewis Carroll…but that is the beauty of having ones own blog. Poetic licence or just plain ‘cos I can’, anyway, back to ‘The Word Museum’, you can see how delicious this book is and besides learning what ‘used to be’ one can have so much fun with it all as well.
That’s it from me on this subject…for now….signed rosie ‘gapesnest’ (see if you can find out what it means).



More poetry from Rosie


The masks we wear
us human creatures.
The masks we wear
to hide our features;
not features of the face
we play a role
we hide our soul.

Society demands perfection
so on with our mask;
the fear of detection
turns us to puppets.
By rules we’re bound
by fingers we’re wound.

We must never be found
To be diffr’nt … unique
Nor show our wings,
we must conform
to society’s strings.
Sever the strings?
Do we dare?
Nurture our wings
fly inside … listen … hear
the mask is worn
thru our very own fear.

Society demands
there must be rules
should we command
our own set of jewels?
Never be a puppet
they don’t have wings,
they can never fly
they only have strings.
Their soul is wooden
never to see
life’s colours
of a soul set free.

Society can demand – but
cannot take
our colours of life.
No rules can hold
the strength of a soul
that’s been set free.
Our fear is the lock
but we hold the key.

So use the key now
show your true self
spread unique wings
live life …without any strings.

Observation in the food court


People in wheelchairs
old, disabled.
Men behind counter in striped aprons
cappuccinos on special.
Cleaning lady busy at work
trolley laden with brushes brooms buckets and such.
Tables, chairs,
people sitting, chatting quietly or
People in coats
people in suits.
Children – dancing, laughing
asking questions questions – tiredness
Mothers strained.
Mothers – feeding babies
to the breast so warm.
Elderly – together always
sharing life
For some
sitting alone
with silent thoughts.