Read: today’s made-up word


Ysella Sims


Outside the mill

where the plague claimed the miller,


Carp lie, wide-eyed and still under the ice,

while we breathe blooms into starlit air.


Blue moonlight paints bulrush shadows

onto the lake’s surface,


and we gasp as


the lanterns bob skyward –

follow each other


out, into the inky deep.


Hope-glow fades to a wink in

the not-knowingness of the night


and, rooted to the earth,

I thread arms with my sisters.


This piece of writing is featured in PEN’s e-book, “The Dictionary of Made-Up Words”, made in partnership with the European Commission Representation in the United Kingdom. Read the whole book!




Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *