This is a tale told in spluttering flames and the chink of glass against twigs . . . Continue reading
Tag Archives: Tales from The Garret
Catch you later
This is a story written in scarlet threads caught on a green net fence . . .
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Mary Palmer’s Vision
This is a tale told by the fragile lines of hoverfly wings, cast swiftly in darting shadows . . .
Evocation
This is a tale told with inkbrush calligraphy and vertical neon characters . . . Continue reading
Early start
This is a tale told in the whirr of small wings when streetlights wink out . ..
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Leap of Faith
This is a tale told in the torn lace of sea foam on a rocky shore and whispered where jewel anemones glow . . .
Prophecy
This is a tale pinned to an ancient door studded with handforged nails . . . Continue reading
From another place
Twigs, leaves and signing up . . .
A new day, a new dawn
In which I express my bright and shiny gratitude . . .
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Grizhilda and the Yule Noise
A gift for the deep winter festival from the Pilgrim’s travels in the cold hills . . . Continue reading