New Life in Malkinate Shadowed

[deriksmith]

Comi-Con International is going on right now. It’s the geek/creative Xanadu, and news has cast me in a playful set.

The Bat, the Cat, the Merlin and the King adrimt kapt, and fuscor all untimely wabeward bound.

Wherewhin did there awkust the Bat, of frightful turcandid thought become, and to coatress others declaim alarm.

“Trains run early,

Comments

[jarodrussell]

When I try to google some of the words in your poem, it leads back to this post.

Pretty sure that's both an impressive feat and a damning statement of Google's lack of ability.

[deriksmith]

Or perhaps some of those words did not exist until I invented them.
(At which point, English being fundamentally mutable, they did exist, complete with definitions, albeit known only to myself.)

[jarodrussell]

Retrogrammar! I am flatussed.

[deriksmith]

And all such words should their message thus embed in sound and connotation.

"Flatussed" is like one of those Yiddish words whose meaning is difficult to name, but when spoken is still unquestionably convey'd.