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Belgian writer of stories inspired by Flemish folklore. Loves spooky woods, fairies, selkies, poetry and pretty shoes :-) BookWormSat with Rachel Deering.🖤 OUT NOW: Flemish Folktales Retold. signemaene.com/links/
@signemaene.comOctober is the season of the duck. 🧹
@signemaene.com'I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake'
-W. B. Yeats
🎨Walter Crane
#BookWormSat
@beesincampanula.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.comThere 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.
…
There came this day and he was autumn…
There came a day
Ted Hughes
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt
@elsinor.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"
~John Keats
@racheldeering.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com‘The smoke's smell, too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.
It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.’
Digging, Edward Thomas. #BookWormSat 🍂🍁
@signemaene.comSamesies... imagine the books it would write if someone would only give it a pen!
@signemaene.comHihi! Well, it does seem like this fly is engaging in some deep philosophical thinking. And somehow I feel it involves a gloomy forest! 🧙♀️
@signemaene.comI have this eerie premonition that my next hobby will be taking pictures of flies.
@bookwormsat.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com‘The feather from the ravens breast Falls on the stubble lea The acorns near the old crows nest Fall pattering down the tree’ ~ Autumn, John Clare. 🍂
Tomorrow’s #BookWormSat embraces the season with autumn in literature. Bring all your fallen leaves and join us. 🍁
@signemaene.com'...she made her nest of rags and jewels, was happy in the sunlight, squawked loudly at danger, pried and was insatiably curious, forgot when to eat or ate all day, and sang when sunsets were red.'
-Laurie Lee.
🎨Julien Dupré
#BookWormSat
@theghostmonk.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com"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
#BookWormSat #poetry
@bookwormsat.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com‘Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.’ ~ Emily Brontë.
@racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of a rural #BookWormSat
@wunderkammertales.eurosky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com"It was now the full, pale light of morning; the weather was grey, indeterminate, the sea had an oily, sinister look, a gloomy day on which to die." (Angela Carter "The Bloody Chamber") 🎨 Alejandra Acosta
@racheldeering.bsky.socialReposted by @signemaene.com‘We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showry day
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
The ancient pulpit trees and the play’ ~ John Clare #BookWormSat
@signemaene.comLet's hope we'll get an invite for whatever it is they're up to! :-)
@signemaene.comHaha! They stayed there for quite some time. Poor sheep!
@signemaene.comLuckily, Lohengrin was nowhere to be seen!
@signemaene.comYes, indeed. It was lovely to witness! :-)
@signemaene.comAccording to magpies, the best place to have an argument is on a sheep's back.
@signemaene.comKitten in the Sun, Thure Wallner (1888-1965).
