This weeks great word selection: Arabesque (noun Fine Arts. a sinuous, spiraling, undulating, or serpentine line or linear motif. a pose in ballet in which the dancer stands on one leg with one arm extended in front and the other leg and arm extended behind. a short, fanciful musical piece, typically for piano. any ornament or ornamental object, as a rug or mosaic, in which flowers, foliage, fruits, vases, animals, and figures are represented in a fancifully combined pattern. adjective decorated with or characterized by arabesques) Branch Complex Deadfall (a trap, especially for large game, in which a weight falls on and crushes the prey. a mass of brush and fallen trees.) Error Flash Gristle Hard Itch Jaundice (yellow discoloration of the skin, whites of the eyes etc.) Kookaburra (an Australian kingfisher with a call resembling laughter) Lachesism (n. the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a stiff prefabricated beam that barely covers the gap between one end of your life and the other.) Mud Numb Obey Pulse Quill Driver (a clerk, scribe, or writer) Rough Saliva Tremble Upturn Verse Wistful Xerarch (originating from a dry habitat) Yield Zigzag
It was another Monday and nothing excited him more and set his pulse a trembling than the Monday wordle. Today it was apparent that the puzzle mistress was being more devious than usual.
He decided that the best way to approach today’s puzzle was to take the zigzag path, wind his way fearlessly through the rough maze ignoring any potential error and be perfectly relaxed in his lachesistic approach to the possibility he might completely stuff it up.
So with the kookaburras laughing manically in the background and biting down on his favourite piece of gristle, which tended to give him a jaundiced appearance, he set out on his task.
In a flash he was up and away. His words making their usual clear as mud meaning and logic. As he penned the words yielded to his wishes and branch upon branch of verse spewed forth. He began to salivate at the complex possibility of creating something that others would shake their heads at wondering the mere sanity of the man. His brain was numb but forced to obey the pull of his pen as he ventured further than he had ever done before. Not even the laughter of the kookaburras could dampen his enthusiasm nor curtail his desire at word eighteen to pose in relaxation in his favourite Arabesque position, one leg extended as his favourite piece of new age music played in the background. He felt momentarily wistful as he recalled the time in his life his psychiatrist had so pleasantly referred to as his xerarch period when not one original thought had entered his head.
This period had in fact generated the lachesism he now suffered from despite his creation at the time of magnificent Arabesque tapestries depicting the wistful xerarch of his troubled imagination.
But just as he thought it might be all too much he remembered his father, a famous quill driver, a man who took his hard life and turned it into something. His father a man who suffered a constant itch in his upturned nose never allowed physical torment to hinder his own sense of lachesism as he awoke each day to the expectation that the dam would break at any moment and sweep everyone but him to an untimely death. He had his own deadfall in the back yard to capture any large bear, lion or tiger that happened to come into his yard. He covered all aspects of the lachesism that occupied his mind.
Looking back he realised that as always he had somehow covered all the words in the puzzle, he knew the puzzle mistress would be amazed, shower him with praise and most probably display her unique Arabesque way with a few choice arabesque adjectives of her own.