This morning, a chilly Saturday, I slept late - all the way until 8:30, when I had the luxury of waking up without an alarm clock. So I am not mawmsey this morning, though I like the word very much.
I was leafing through my most recent acquisition: The Word Museum by Jeffrey Kacirk.
It's a collection of what he calls "the most remarkable English words ever forgotten." I like to write poems using such words, spinning images from them, playing with them. So this book is a goldmine. He lists his sources in the back of the book, and he found mawmsey in
Georgina Jackson's Shropshire Word-Book which was published in London in 1879-81.
Mawmsey = Sleepy;stupid, as from want of rest or over-drinking.
I have certainly experienced that! To be so tired that one feels drunk without having been drinking.
I'm not ready to write a poem using mawmsey this morning, but I think I might try to use that book as a springboard for my writing a poem a day during April.
I also very much like this painting :
Woman Sleeping by Mary Ferris Kelly