They say we dance the seasons of the year We sing the three Realms that the Old Gods kiss And call the Fae Folk when the mists draw near Look how we leave our shadows floating here And find the portals other men may miss They say we dance the seasons of the year Around …
Now, I’ve never been a “picture + credits” blogger, but I did know I wanted to use this background, and I did know I wanted to photograph the zOOm “Sarah” dress (you can get it at Trick or Treat Lane!). But it’s a full-stop kind of thought, and I guess the story is up to you. Of …
Autumn on the cusp of winter, now November, now November. I don’t remember where that’s from, or maybe I made it up just now. It’s hard to remember, these days, which poetry comes from books I read in the before time, and which poetry springs naturally from the Land. I thought I would feel freer, …