Wyrdlings!

In the middle of everyone’s favourite season – witchy, wyrd, wynderful – we Mothers would be amiss if we did not give you:

“Something Wicked This Way Comes – Dark Arts!”

as this week’s #WyrdWednesday topic. Come and conjure tales of Necromancy, Bibliomancy and Anythingelsemancy!

"The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying."

Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Autumn: A Dirge #BookWormSat

🖼️ Alan Reynolds 'Late Autumn, 1957'

"[He] lay on his back, full length on the warm rock. Not sleeping; his eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky."

—Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier

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"Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree."

—Fall, leaves, fall, Emily Brontë

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“You’re not quite fair; you have the autumn, too.”

“What’s the autumn?”

“A second spring when every leaf’s a flower.”

—The Misunderstanding, Albert Camus

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"Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind?"

—Song for Autumn, Mary Oliver

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There Came a Day ~ Ted Hughes.

There came a day that caught the summer
Wrung its neck
Plucked it
And ate it.

Now what shall I do with the trees?
The day said, the day said.
Strip them bare, strip them bare.
Let´s see what is really there. 1/4 #BookWormSat
🖼️ Blackberry Pie,Willem Claesz. Heda,1631.

“Come,” said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
"Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

'An #Autumn greeting' by George Cooper
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🎨 Franklin Booth, 1911

"It was a fine #Autumn. The blackberries were ripe, the nuts were ready & the mice of Brambly Hedge were very busy. Every morning they went out into the fields to gather seeds, berries & roots which they took back to the Store Stump & stowed away for the winter ahead."

Jill Barklem #BookwormSat

#SpookySunday tomorrow so please do feel free to join the feed. Use the hashtag to contribute posts on all things ghostly: #folklore, fiction, poetry, art, info on haunted locations and #ghosts in popular culture. I'm looking forward to another day of phantom fun!
#31DaysOfHalloween #ghost

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.

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‘The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;’

William Butler Yeats
The Wild Swans at Coole
🦢 www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43288/... #BookWormSat

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"... the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness -
the warm odours of flower and herb came sweet upon the sense ..."

Elizabeth Gaskell - North and South
🎨Tom Scott

“He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
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'O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour!'

🖋️Edna St. Vincent Millay
🎨Tom Scott
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"The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;"

(Edgar Allan Poe "Ulalume")

🎨 Edmund Dulac

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The October Country, by Ray Bradbury

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“The house was very quiet, and the fog - we are in November now - pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”

E.M. Forster - Howard’s End

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🖼️ = Alfred Sisley - Fog, Voisins

Alone, Poe ~ ‘From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone— 1/3 #BookWormSat

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Harvest feasts, golden fields, and fireside ghost stories—autumn fills Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” The Headless Horseman rides. 🎃🐎

📖 Illustrated by Arthur Rackham. Published in 1928 by George G. Harrap & Co., London.
#TheLegendofSleepyHollow 🎃 #AutumnReads 📖