Have you ever fallen in love with a word at first sight? A word that leaps from the page or tickles your ear?
I must confess. I have a crush on the word “winklepicker.”
As if the word’s light-hearted clicking in your mouth were not enough, just take a gander at an actual winklepicker:
source: https://www.ancient-origins.net/news-history-archaeology/winklepickers-0015435
You can choose an old-school winklepicker:
source: https://gucinari.co.uk/shoes/boots/the-history-of-winklepickers/
To me, the winklepicker’s personality walks a fine line between comedian and villain.
source: https://www.gettyimages.ca/photos/winklepicker-shoes
How could you not be intrigued by a shoe with that imagination, that wit, that je ne sais quoi?
source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Renaud_de_montauban_banquet.jpg, public domain
Beyond its zany frivolity, the winklepicker serves a function as well. The name came from the notion that the winklepicker’s pointy toe might be used to pick a winkle (or periwinkle, a small mollusk) from its shell.
source: https://www.climatewatch.org.au/species/marine/blue-periwinkle
The highly-stylized curled winklepicker (as might be worn by a jester) nullifies function and embraces pure form.
source: https://www.istockphoto.com/photos/winklepicker
Of course, things can be taken to an extreme.
source: Mexican Pointy Boots - VICE Video: Documentaries, Films, News Videos
I leave you with a brief winklepicking poem …
Winklepicker
I wink. I pick.
I winklepick.
I kick a winkle with my toe.
He twinkles in the foamy flow.
I wink at him – he seems to know.
I’ll pick you, winkle, with my toe.
I winklepick, and I watch him go –
stolen by a stealthy crow.
(c) Tracey Kiff-Judson, 2024
Please visit the delightful Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise for some wonderful clunkers and this week's Poetry Friday fiesta! Want to learn more about Poetry Friday? Check out Renee LaTulippe's post.
Some words just demand to be picked up and appreciated, Tracey. Winklepicker is certainly one of those words. I love the images you shared. i wore winklepickers during my teenage years, but they were not as outrageous as some of these. Your poem offers a feast of wonderful sounds and images. Wonderful, wonderful word.