1. sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding: a mellifluous voice; mellifluous tones.
2. flowing with honey; sweetened with or as if with honey.
This is one of those deliciously onomatopoeiatic words. Sweetened with honey indeed, let it roll across your tongue: mel-lif-lu-ous.
When I have used this word in conversation, it’s generally a waste of time and complete communication breakdown. But I love this word. Bring it back into the vernacular!
Word origin – mellifluous
early 15c., from L.L. mellifluus “flowing with (or as if with) honey,” from L. mel (gen. mellis ) “honey” + -fluus “flowing,” from fluere “to flow” (see fluent).
Wisdom from Sir Ian McKellen, in wholly mellifluous tones:
I haven’t done any film clips in awhile, so I wanted to include this. It’s my very favorite moment from The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008), featuring the best character – Lucy Pevensie. I absolutely love the drifting flower petals that coalesce into the figure. It’s a thoroughly magical moment and actually redeemed the rest of the movie for me.
Have you ever experienced an afternoon like that? The sun falls a certain way; the light’s hazy and soft-focus. A breeze lifts the hair from your face and playfully blows it back again. A sense of expectancy hangs in the air – the word for it is not “magic”. Magic is oft an illusion, so what is that breathless moment where all that is impossible seems possible and the very trees would speak your name?
|John William Waterhouse, Boreas
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ’tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.
|Edna St. Vincent Millay