@druidtombraider.bsky.social“Her companion, also in black, appeared as a well-formed young woman about 18, completely possessed of that ephemeral precious essence youth, which is itself beauty, irrespective of complexion or contour.”
― Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge
@silicasun.bsky.social#SaturdayStories #SaturdayArchiveDrop on #BookwormSat #poetry Rumi #Rumi 13th century Persian #mystic #poet remembered on #RumiDay 📚 wisdom of the #ancients #OTD #BoTD 📖 silicasun.wordpress.com 🐦⬛ #silicasun 🍃📙💛
@asls.org.ukSo I stopped my walk, climbed the gate
to help an old farmer cursing his deaf god
bringing in the last of a poor harvest…
—Jim Carruth, “Only Human”
published in A Little Touch of Cliff in the Evening: New Writing Scotland 30 (ASL, 2012)
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@asls.org.uk“And then a queer thought came to her there in the drookèd fields, that nothing endured at all, nothing but the land she passed across, tossed & turned & perpetually changed below the hands of the crofter folk…”
Lewis Grassic Gibbon, SUNSET SONG (1932)
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![[…] Nothing endures. And then a queer thought came to her there in the drookèd fields, that nothing endured at all, nothing but the land she passed across, tossed and turned and perpetually changed below the hands of the crofter folk since the oldest of them had set the Standing Stones by the loch of Blawearie and climbed there on their holy days and saw their terraced crops ride brave in the wind and sun. Sea and sky and the folk who wrote and fought and were learnéd, teaching and saying and praying, they lasted but as a breath, a mist of fog in the hills, but the land was forever, it moved and changed below you, but was forever, you were close to it and it to you, not at a bleak remove it held you and hurted you. And she had thought to leave it all!](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_fullsize/plain/did:plc:vmd2oqboco524fhpqdu7pnbn/bafkreiaw777oc5hgdkxo4sr55map62ggun4yyv657pxu7kpxoyo5x45r6m@jpeg)
@stephengrae.bsky.socialwhite horses ride
St. Mary's Loch
upon Autumn winds
I wrote this while walking beside the loch and was inspired by the water-horse, Kelpie from lore
more in my: "Folklore of Scotland"
folkloreofscotland.com
@niftybuckles.bsky.social#BookWormSat 💀🌳
Rural literature takes a sinister turn in Canadian author David Demchuk’s "The Bone Mother." 📖🕯️
Three villages on the Ukrainian–Romanian border shelter the last creatures of Eastern European folklore.
Country life with teeth.🦷
@ninaantonia13.bsky.social#BookWormSat
'Listen with faint dry sound
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisped, break from the trees
And fall.'
(Poem: Adelaide Cropsey/Art Jenny Gravette)
@niftybuckles.bsky.social#BookWormSat follows the red roads of Avonlea. 📖🍁
Anne of Green Gables brings rural PEI to life: orchards, school paths, neighbourly gossip, and a girl who finds poetry in familiar fields.
The countryside, seen through wonder. 🌳
1908 cover by George Fort Gibbs.
#RuralLiterature #AnneofGreenGables
@21rosa.bsky.socialHarvest home:
“The farmer paid his men starvation wages all the year & thought he made it up to them by giving that one good meal. The farmer did not think so, because he did not think at all, & the men did not think either on that day; they were too busy enjoying the food & the fun"
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@bevanthomas.bsky.social"This day was only the first of many similar ones for the emancipated Mole, each of them longer and full of interest as the ripening summer moved onward. He learnt to swim and to row, and entered into the joy of running water."
- Kenneth Grahame, "The Wind in the Willows"
🎨Chris Dunn
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@nicolawriting.bsky.social“He appeared on the hill at first light. The scarp was dark against a greening sky & there was the bump of the barrow & then the figure, & it shocked. I thought perhaps the warrior buried there had stood up again to haunt us.”
(Adam Thorpe, Ulverton)
@folkhorrorrevival.bsky.social"It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside."
Arthur Conan Doyle, 'The Adventure of the Copper Beeches', 1892 #BookwormSat
🎨 by Helen Allingham
@pj-richards.bsky.social🍃💚🍃"I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side."
📖Emily Brontë
#BookWormSat #FolkloreSunday
@theghostmonk.bsky.social"What dwelling shall receive me? in what vale
Shall be my harbour? underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home? and what clear stream
Shall with its murmur lull me into rest?
The earth is all before me."
-- From 'The Prelude' by Wordsworth
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