“You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.” (Thomas Moore) 🎨 ungfio

“and everything burned in blue, everything a star” Pablo Neruda) 🎨 Artuš Scheiner

‘She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.’ ~ Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories #SpookySunday 🖼️ Elizabeth Shippen Green Elliott, 1902.

„Graut Liebchen auch?...Der Mond scheint hell! Hurra! Die Toten reiten schnell!” (Dost thou not fear, my love? The moon it shines so bright— Huzzah! The dead ride quick by night. G.A. Bürger “Lenore”) 🎨Carl Mayers Kunstanstalt #SpookySunday

These mounted on the croup of centaur sit; Those perched on eagle, crane, or estridge, go. Some male, some female, some hermaphrodit’, These drain the cup and those the bugle blow. — Ludovico Ariosto, Orlando Furioso 1879 • Gustave Doré

“Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.” (“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” 2.1) 🎨 Arthur Rackham #ShakespeareSunday

"Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle!" Robert Burns' "Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect" was first published #otd 1786 🎨 Joan Hassall

“Even though white is often associated with things, that are pleasant and pure, there is a peculiar emptiness about the color white. It is the emptiness of the white that is more disturbing, than even the bloodiness of red.” (Herman Melville) 🎨Betty Jiang

Phantom whom his pure brilliance assigns to this place, He becomes immobile in the cold dream of scorn Which the Swan puts on his useless exile. — Stéphane Mallarmé The Dream 1890s • Wilhelm Vasily Kotarbinsky

A poem of mine for today ~ Lammas ~

“She felt that everything was made of glass, as fragile as a sigh…” Isabel Allende was born #otd 1942  🎨 Remedios Varo

"When first I came, this valley was a wooded glen. A race of men came and rooted it up. There grew a second wood, and this wood is the third. My wings, are they not withered stumps? Yet all this time, I have never heard of the man for whom you inquire." - "Culhwch and Olwen" #BookChatWeekly

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Goodnight. ‘Love is a salt, a gall, a rue, A vinegar-vintage. Dos y Ddw, Vaya con Dios, quickly, too!” “Ah, not yet, never yet, my love; The stars and moon still shine above.’ ~ Dafydd ap Gwilym. #BookWormSat 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🖼️ Franz Stuck

‘And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark.’ ~ Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas for #BookWormSat 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🖼️ Caspar David Friedrich, c.1836.

"The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves." —The BFG, Roald Dahl #BookWormSat

Halloween Bats Swarm Under Full Moon

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"Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all if it hasnt been whipped with whips, just like poached eggs isn't poached eggs unless it's been stolen in the dead of the night." —Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl #BookWormSat

Dali Inspired: Surreal Egg, Sun & Butterfly

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"I am not, of course, telling you for one second that your teacher actually is a witch. All I am saying is that she might be one. It is most unlikely. But—here comes the big 'but'—not impossible." —The Witches, Roald Dahl #BookWormSat

Outcast Academy: Ms. Zeffirelli's Lesson

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"It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives." —Matilda, Roald Dahl #BookWormSat

Reading Book: Turning Pages

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"The White People" is a horror short story by Welsh author Arthur Machen. Written in the late 1890s, it was first published in 1904 in Horlick's Magazine, edited by Machen's friend A. E. Waite, then reprinted in Machen's collection The House of Souls (1906). #BookWormSat 🧵

#BookWormSat "... The three spirited horses of the Isle of Prydain Gwineu Goddwf Hir, horse of Cai; Rhuthr Eon Tuth Blaidd, the horse of Gilbert, the son of Cadgyffro; And Ceincaled, the horse of Gwalchmai ..." The Black Book of Carmarthen - from The Triad of the Horses 🎨Corrie Chiswell

'Look there, the clouds are composing a word! Perhaps the word was a song? A tentative chorus woven by her curious hand and a brush or pen, the brutal, the beauty began to speak.' Hanan Issa, Picture the Hand #BookWormSat 🎨 Sarah Jane Brown, Freeing Up Space

"Huw Llwyd of Cynfael was the seventh son of a family of sons, and therefore a conjuror. He increased his knowledge of the black art by studying magical books, and he ate eagle's flesh, so that his descendants could charm for the shingles." - W. Jenkyn Thomas, "The Welsh Fairy Book" #BookWormSat

“I bear in my shirt a head; the head of Urien, That governed a court with mildness; And on his white bosom the sable raven doth glut.” (Llywarch Hen “Elegy on Urien Rheged”, c 600 CE) 🎨audrey benjaminsen #BookwormSat

Englyn In the stillness nothing seems to change trees framed by xyloid sky moon braced in marble cloud In the stillness I know Time's purpose. Beryl Baigent #BookWormSat

#BookWormSat "[A warm-hearted, soft, affectionate disposition] ... has generally seemed to me to be a cause of weakness rather than of strength to its owner; and besides, it is very apt to hinder and stunt the development of that source of delight - the spirit of enterprise ..." Amy Dillwyn - Jill

He who is chief, let him be a bridge. A fo ben, bid bont -The Mabinogion 🖼️ Paul Sandby #bookwormsat

"So my Sweetheart smiled upon the best-looking and most kindly of portly Welsh policemen. It occurred to us that on the hill above Llanrwst, this particular representative of the law would have a bad chance in pursuit of an evildoer." "Sweetheart Travellers" by S. R. Crockett #BookwormSat

"On Cader Peak, there was a school for witches where the doctor's daughter, teaching the unholy cradle and the devil's pin, had seven country girls. On Cader Peak, with the cellar echoing and a cross reversed above the entrance to the inner rooms." - Dylan Thomas, "School for Witches" #BookWormSat

‘All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass.’ ~ Fern Hill, Dylan Thomas for #BookWormSat 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🖼️ Akseli Gallen-Kallela, 1909.