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The -Ane Mistake

We hear, then reason; "-ane" becomes a chain,
Mundane, inane, profane — in one shared refrain.
The ear makes kin; the mind supplies the blame.
Their sound alone condemns an innocent name.

But '-ane' has no common ancestor that's known.
No single root from which these shades have grown.
They're joined by sound, not blood; a chance refrain,
They're strange bedfellows, lodged inside the brain.

'Mundane' simply means the earth beneath our feet.
The dust, the stars, the bitter, and the so sweet.
No dullness is dealt within its core domain;
We dulled the world, then christened it 'Mundane'.

'Profane' stood simply outside sacred ground,
Beyond the shrine, where ordinary life was found.
But thresholds hardened; differences gathered blame.
What stood beyond the sacred, gathered within its shame.

'Inane' was empty, hollow, a void within.
While 'vain' knew emptiness through a different kin.
Their meanings conjoined, though separate they remain—
Two roads to nothing, rhyming within the brain.

Then 'bane' arrived from quite another tree,
In Old English it's 'bana': death and enmity.
No Latin cousins riding on the train—
A killer merely dressed to rhyme with “-ane.”

So 'mundane', 'vain', 'profane', 'inane' and 'bane'.
Parade like blood relations throughout the brain.
The rhyme persuades; resemblance stakes its claim.
The ear invents a bloodline with which to inflame.

We hear resemblance, then presume a chain.
One word's dark shadow stains another's name.
A rhyme becomes a verdict; sound becomes blame.
Those unrelated roots all inherit borrowed shame.

We forge from echoes pedigrees of blame.
Make strangers kin, then stain them in our game.
Each word stood innocent; our ears supplied the stain—
We dulled the world, then christened it “Mundane”.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Gibbons Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 11:23 PM
Fabulous write ✍️ John to 🎶 and picture is fantastic too going to fav this wonderful selection of wordplay. I can't thank you enough for teaching me how to apply music to my lyrics . I'm 💯 hooked on creating songs.love crescendo ending 👏hugs friend 🌠
Anderson Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 5:08 PM
Thanks very much Dorothy for your feedback. Glad you found your Voice! Cheers, John
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 7:11 PM
This is a brilliant exploration of etymology and sound, John! I absolutely love how you used the quatrain form to trace the separate roots of these words while proving how "the ear invents a bloodline." Your lines about 'mundane' being stripped of its earthly wonder are particularly striking. It's a wonderfully clever and thought-provoking piece of wordplay!
Anderson Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 5:09 PM
Thanks a lot - a lot of research - puzzled by the mundane and its value judgement. Cheers and Best Wishes, John
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