Ebullition, an E-story
An entry for 'Letter E' in Penny Fuller's "The A-Z of Unusual Words Challenge"

Lets start real quick with the challenge house keeping.
I was late to A, B, C, and D for Penny Fuller’s “The A-Z of Unusual Words Challenge”, but I wanted to try to join for the next letter and I get a kick out of checking off boxes in order. So, before I do competition E, I figured I should do A, B, C and D, (which you can find here here and here and here) even though I can’t vie for the top spots and that sweet $1 tip.
So, I have the reference to the challenge (check), the meaning of my word (check), and a poem for that word (check). Here we go-yo, fro-yo.
Ebullition
Definition
Miriam Websters Dictionary defines ebullition as such:
definition: ebullition
noun
eb·ul·li·tion ˌe-bə-ˈli-shən
1 : a sudden violent outburst or display
2 : the act, process, or state of boiling or bubbling up
Meaning to me:
There is something about the feeling of the word ebullition that sounds like ablution, but gives a bit of warning flashers. Where ablutions are cleansing oneselves, ebullitions make promises that are a bit uncertain. In this case ebullitions are boiling, but things can bubble up with just the injection of air. Will you get burnt or will you get aerated? I love this imagery in which an ebullition is an illusion of assumption that can only really be absolved by feeling it with your senses. Is it a hot bubbling? Or a fleeting one? Is the violence a rage? A firework? A spray of air bubbles in water? Or the heavy violent pop of a pinata? Whether the ebullitions are comforting, like watching you tea bubble up to the perfect set, or terrifying, like watching lava in a nightmare, will completely depend on the micro-story of your life. I love the image this brings forth in poems and dramatic writings.
Poem:

When the bubbles popped
I couldn’t see far beyond the heated mist. You stoked my reverence with tiny sparks on angry flint. I was grateful for the water pouring from my spine, a liquid full of cleansing things, singing your ash into fleshed out carbon. You told me hymns were ablutions but, when I felt the pop of your spittle, I knew that tea cups full of sour notes could only be saved by my heated kettle. Ablutions, ablations, evasions, ebullitions. Your skin is too silky under pressed satin; too chalky crushed under shale; my cocoons will withhold the dew until your promises boil over and our lips become moist once more.
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If you'd like to see more of my work here are two of my favorite poems that I've written:
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But for letter C, in which I wrote a haiku, I fell short of 600 by 10 words.
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Just trying it out to see what its like.


Comments (1)
Another intriguing word. I just post my entries in Poets or Fiction which have a shorter word count😉.