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Bespoke Jewels

Bespoke is an adjective for anything commissioned to a particular specification. It may be altered or tailored to the customs, tastes, or usage of an individual purchaser. Origin: The word “bespoke” […]

Solstice

Hal-an-tow, jolly rumble O We were up long before the day O To welcome in the Summer, To welcome in the May O The Summer is a-coming in And Winter’s gone […]

Par où la Terre finit

Puisque c’est à la tombée de la nuit que prend son vol l’oiseau de Minerve, c’est le moment de parler de vous, chemins qui vous effacez de cette terre victime. Vous […]

The Key to the Secret Garden

It was an old key which looked as if it had been buried a long time.Mistress Mary stood up and looked at it with an almost frightened face as it hung […]

Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. Black Phillip: What dost […]

Playthings, dead things

The agony is exquisite, is it not? A broken heart. You think you will die. But you just keep living. Day after day, after terrible day. – Charles Dickens – Great […]

New Blood V

To many North American Native people, the pine tree is a symbol of wisdom and longevity. For some, its needles and sap protect people from illnesses, witchcraft and more. Among the […]

I bring you Gold and Silver Moons

Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and […]

Bespoke Talisman

Sorcellerie

Frau Gaubenslosher was strongly suspected of witchcraft. […] And it must be confessed appearances were against the Frau. In the first place, she lived quite alone in a forest. This was […]

The Gray turns Gold

There is a woodland witch who lies […] The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue, Are signs she works her sorcery through; Weird, wizard characters she weaves Her spells with under forest leaves […]

Ode to Autumn

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with […]