For one liner Wednesday I found the PERFECT quote- it’s why I do what I do here on my blog.
Month: August 2022
If You Go Down To The Woods Today
There are 69 days left to Halloween and here’s a bit of advice-
If you go down in the woods today, you better not go alone
It’s lovely down in the woods today, but safer to stay at home
read on…
Cannock Chase, West Midlands. Cannock Chase is also reportedly one of the most haunted areas in England. Over the years there have been reported sightings of werewolves, big foot, ghosts of black-eyed children and ghostly black dogs.
I watched
Sideworld: Haunted Forests of England (2022)
last weekend and I LOVED it- there are some great stories to learn and magnificent camera work to enjoy
and this WILL either help you feel the Halloween Spirit or maybe inspire you to spin a few tales of your own.
You can watch it for free on youtube or if you’re an Amazon Prime customer you can stream it for free on that site too.
The Whist Hound is said hunt in packs across Dartmoor and it’s rumored the huntsman who leads the pack is the Devil himself.
Phantom black dogs allegedly roam the moors ff south-west England.
Across Central, Western and Northern Europe, the Wild Hunt is a well-known folk myth of a ghostly leader and his group of hunters and hounds flying through the cold night sky, accompanied by the sounds of the howling wind.
““Herne the Hunter, Lord of the Wild Hunt” (ghost associated with Windsor Forest, England) George Cruikshank, c.1843.
Take That Stupid Summer!
I am going to ignore the fact that there is still a little over a week left of August
and those pesky 9 days,
like those few strands of flesh and muscle that stubbornly cling to the bone of some unfortunate creature who is no longer a resident of this world
and instead I will focus on the bottom line
– Halloween is now 70 days away and there is no stopping it from happening.
Emily
RDP Sunday: FLOAT
Emily drank cemetery water, every single day
it was in her tea, she bathed in it too and when
she woke in the morning
she would splash it on her face before she combed her hair
and dressed for the day.
It is a small mercy Emily never knew
that when she laughed or coughed or sneezed
cemetery water flew from between in lips, an invisible mist
that danced around her face like fireflies
or rabid fairies to music no one could hear.
I do wonder if Emily ever stood
on the bridge crossing the river
that carried the cemetery water to her home
and if she tossed flowers into the current
and watched them float away.
I took a few liberties in describing Emily drinking cemetery water- but sad to say it’s based in fact:
Apparently the Brontës all died so early because they spent their lives drinking graveyard water.