THREE GOATS GRUFF

Since the Blind Goats have been diligently working on the music for THREE GOATS GRUFF for this year's Gooseberry Fair I've decided to honor the story I am writing for this by sculpting the characters while I think in which direction our tale should go.  Since crushing troll bones is out of the question in this day and age, I'm guessing I'd better make my troll a bit more likable!  And, in sooth, I'm just as glad......I'm starting to like the wee bugger.   :)

Ohhhh.......

Once there were three very fine goats-

Very fine goats-

Very fine goats-

Oh, once there were three very fine goats

On the goat side of the mea-dow.........

I look forward to bringing you the rest!  
Trip-trap-trip-trap!

xo ~Mimi

GOBLIN MARKET

I have just recently stumbled upon Christina Rossetti.

She is an absolutely brilliant poet.

I highly recommend her to my like-minded friends.

xo   ~Fox

The English poet Christina Georgina Rossetti (December 5,1830-1894)

 wrote poems of love, fantasy, and nature, verses for children, and devotional poetry and prose.

I have to give credit for my stumble to, well, first the Universe, as I believe She always tosses in your path what you need to be reading.  And second, to another stumble, LeFanu, who writes amazingly clever Victorian short stories.  Laura Silver Bell caught my heart and then my research led me to Rossetti.

Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu (28 August 1814 – 7 February 1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic tales and mystery novels. He was the leading ghost storywriter of the nineteenth century and was central to the development of the genre in the Victorian era.

Clearly, good reading is a matter of good stumbling!

Enjoy!

~Fox

 

MAG 107

Sarlot for Magpie Tales

Edgar was on excruciatingly intimate terms with his Brobdingnagian ardor for Charlotte
but even he was loathe to admit, the moleskin eyebrows had to go.

I LOVE PLAYING WITH LETTERS AND WORDS AND IMAGES AND WRITER FRIENDS

AND EVEN MOLES AT THE MAG!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/03/mag-107.html

MAG 106

Despite what his mother, his neighbors, his co-workers and even the 

unwashed vagabond who lived in a box on the corner of Tulip and Main, repeatedly told him,

Fred knew in his soul that one day, whilst they were all sniggering at him,

the Zombie Apocalypse would come.

I LOVE PLAYING WITH WORDS AND WRITERS

AND ZOMBIES AND SOUP
AT THE MAG!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/02/mag-106.html

Those Violet Eyes.....

Collage Pirate

Two quick posts of collages I had done a while back...........

PERIOD ADVICE

THE ASSIGNMENT:

Period Advice

Reply, in the voice of a literary character, to the posted letter

Deliciously wrought by

ELEGANCE of FASHION

A Period Blog

http://elegance-of-fashion.blogspot.com/2012/02/letter-1-period-drama-advice-event.html

~For the whole post, including initiating letter, please refer to above.

I, Foxmorton, shall reply as the character of Miss Havisham
from GREAT EXPECTATIONS by Mister Charles Dickens

My Dear Miss Eyre.  How very good to make your acquaintance.

Come nearer. Let me look at you. Come close. Look at me. You aren't afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since before you were born?

Ah, yes.  Daylight will blight you if you are not ever vigilant.  I should have knowledge of that, should I not?
A broken heart, you think you will die.  But you just keep living day after day after terrible day.

Cake, dear?  There seems to be a surplus.

Would it be weakness for your Mister Rochester to return respect?  Return love?
You are harboring an illusion if you think you will remain unscathed by the touch of love, no matter his decision.  Would that beauty's revenge stopped his heart now, as he has stopped so many others.
Cholera in the tropics, perhaps?  Fitting.

Miss Ingram?  Pah!  Is she beautiful?  Graceful?  Do you admire her?  Well, then.  You must do what you will.

I'll tell you, what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter.  That is what real love is.

Are your prepared to face the consequences?

Have a care, dear.  Rat atop your reticule.

 You ask my advice.  I shall give it to you.  Love him, love him, love him! If he favours you, love him. If he wounds you, love him. If he tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love him, love him, love him!

And dear, if you should wed him, please communicate me the date.  I have the perfect frock to lend!

You may show yourself out now.  And do hand me that silver fork before you go.