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Here is my first ever attempt at working with traditional Winsor & Newton inks and it is for the first day of Inktober, which is today!
It’s a lovely rose in a frame, ink colours include, gold (yes finally bought some) mixed with apple green, there is scarlet mixed with white to make pink. I have been told by my husband and a friend that this should be considered for a Valentine’s Day card, never really thought about doing that, but I can see where they get the idea from!
Recently received books and movies via gifts or personal purchase have been;
Clash of the Titans DVD the 2010 version with Liam Neeson
Blue Planet II a hardback book
Paul O’Grady’s “country life” hardback book
Raising the Dead: The Men Who Created Frankenstein by Andy Dougan (gift from nephew to me)
RHS What Plant Where Encyclopaedia by DK Publishing
Hobgoblins–The Secret Histories by Ari Berk (A gift to my son from his best-friend but I read it first)
The Box-set of The Hunger Games DVDs
All of these came into my house in the month of December 2017.
Other purchases or gifts I feel match fantasy or horror are…
Quite a few different types of gemstones, especially hypersthene, a tigers eye pendulum, a lapis lazuli gemstone for Henry, A black onyx pendulum, a Rhodonite pendulum for my Henry, an apatite, a large rose quartz the size of a small hot crossed bun and last but not least a hematite thumb ring.
I bought incense and a new incense charcoal burner in the shape of a Chinese lotus flower. The scents were vanilla, cinnamon, patchouli, dragon’s blood, rose and lily. I can’t burn these things when Henry is at home; I have to do them when he is at school and open all the windows afterwards because he is prone to headaches.
I was gifted a fairy house garden ornament in the shape of a mushroom at Christmas from my husband Paul and Mrs Tiggy Winkle acting as the old woman in the shoe ornament and a wolf trinket box. I do like weird stuff. He bought me a good sized wooden box too, the shape and style of a pirates treasure chest and it fits all of my gemstones in perfectly with room for half again! It really does look like a real pirate’s chest now with all of those gemstones in it.
I am a big kid, anything remotely regarding fantasy or horror and I like it. Depends what it is however but my house certainly shows what I love in every nook and cranny! I am not averse to having marvels cushion on my sofa for example!
It is difficult when friends and relatives visit because they presume I allow Henry to rule the roost, but the look on their faces when I say “No, it’s for me, I wanted it there”. They do ask occasionally whether or not I should put such things in my bedroom? I can’t put everything there! Besides, what is wrong with a marvel cushion? A soft toy of the joker on my PC desk? 3 snow globes on the bookshelves? Four different types of calendars in the living room, Gothic, minions, marvel, wolves and then there is DC comics in the dining room with an RSPB one. The first of every month is interesting for me, I like guessing which 1 of the many calendars around the house my husband will forget to change! Me and Henry take bets with fruit pastilles!
I love the fact that I can be so free to be more me, with Paul lately. He always wanted me to be me, but I was never confident enough to make it reflect in my home and for the first 5yrs living together it was all cream and browns around the house to make it look more like a normal household – yeurgh. But now it’s green, yellow, with the occasional quirky wallpaper. In the living room on just one wall there is wallpaper that looks like pastel version of the trees depicted in the movie The Lorax. In the bathroom it is mostly white tiled but we are going to buy dolphin and coral wallpaper next month. The kitchen is kitted out with tiles a harlequin would love, also next month we are buying wallpaper for just one side of the kitchen and that will be in the style of Mediterranean food. Our bedroom is royal purple and soon I will be adding cerise to the other side of the wall, I also wanted to get door murals to make the doors of the house look like medieval castle doors!
I refuse to grow up.
Anyway, have a HAPPY NEW YEAR all of you ❤
The night is chilled and the air is icy
Winter nips at your cheeks and nose
Wandering far into the forest, you are lost my little Rose
Simplicity doesn’t exist where complexity plays
A daring youth like you amaze me in all ways
Hark! Hear the sound of the midnight wolves
Playing a melody to attract lost fools
You follow their tune, blissfully ignorant of the dangers they bestow
And onwards you follow, and onwards you go
Through the nocturnal world you flounder
From tree to tree you flow
Further into the orchestra, into something you don’t know
Into the jaws of hunger
Into the mists of time
Into the raging beasts that are ready to dine
And now you’re here, cold in my arms
A little Rose you’ve been
And I have plucked you from the world and you’ll never again be seen
Not by mortal eyes no how and you’ll stay forever with me
No mortal shall hear your cries when you beg me for release
And now you’ve joined the shadow world
A place that’s made from fear
And you will sup upon mortal babes and breed with me more fear
And nothing shall stop your pain, when you can’t kill anymore
You’ll always give into the hunger and eat their flesh that’s raw
And I’ll be here for you always
My precious little one
To remind you of who it was, that hid you from the sun
Oh my little Rose, look at what you’ve become!
A rose has come into bloom
Death will be upon it too soon
Its life is short
This I’ve been taught
Happiness soon turns into gloom
Who has ordered this to be? Whom?
Fragaria, a little red haired fairy likes to live in gardens, particularly rose gardens, particularly in spring. She especially loves attending the spring ball even though she never had a date to go with; she’s always with the shrinking violet fays, the shy retiring fays.
One day, just at the beginning of winter this all changed, or so she thought. A fine young fairy swain zoomed into her life from the snow, or so it seemed.
“Greetings fair maiden” said the white haired gent, taking off his ice capped hat and bowing courteously to her.
She instantly shied away behind a sleeping lilac bush and hoped she would sink into the soil beneath, but she couldn’t, for the ground was frozen solid, so she had to grin and bare this strange newcomer to the garden.
“Hope I didn’t alarm you, there” said the brazen character.
All Fragaria could do was giggle and skip across the garden behind an ash tree.
“Ah, I see, you’d like a game of chase?” asked the stranger.
He quickly ran after her, this frightened Fragaria and she ran across the garden and hid behind flower pots, sleeping rose bushes, garden gnomes and various other objects in order to keep away from this strange, but handsome stalker, but he still wouldn’t quit. Poor Fragaria tried hard to do away with his advances, she quickly hopped over a large rock but tumbled the wrong way and fell into the half frozen pond and went down with an almighty splash into the icy depths.
The young swain leapt in after her and pulled her out after cutting away some of the algae that tied itself around her legs.
He wrapped her up in his rabbit skin coat and carried her off to a little clearing in the ivy where he lit up a small fire for her to warm herself up and dry.
The whole time she never spoke to him, both of them were looking at each other apologetically, Fragaria with shy sideways glances and slowly sipping hot cups of rosehip tea.
“What kind of fay are you”? He eventually asked.
“I was thinking the same of you, but since you asked first, I’m part rose and strawberry fay, strawberry on my father’s side, I’m Fragaria Fraise”. She proudly announced.
“I’m Hail, I’m a winter fairy” He said, as though she should have known that.
From then onwards their meets were regular and Fragaria became ever more attached to this gentleman, her heart grew light and fluffy with the love that started to grow.
She started planning in her head the ball gown she’ll make for the spring ball, she planned it all completely and she began to quiver with excitement, until the day the snow started to melt.
“I have some bad news for you Fragaria”. Hail reluctantly said.
“In the next few days I’ll have to leave this place and I am not sure when I’ll return, I hope you understand?” said Hail, with all sincerity.
Fragaria immediately felt shattered into a million pieces, she found someone to go to the spring ball with, yet now he has to leave and the spring ball is only a month away she thought.
“I’ll come and fetch you late this afternoon; the sun will be in the perfect spot to start melting those long icicles I told you about and I don’t want you to miss a thing”. He said, and he skipped away merrily, unknowing of what he had done to poor Fragaria.
Fragaria ran home to her mother in tears.
“What’s the matter with you dear child?” said Fragaria’s mother.
“Hail said he is leaving me, now I won’t have anyone to go to the ball with” she wailed.
“Hail? You never mentioned Hai… oh no!” stopped her mother suddenly, she knew what a name like Hail meant; she was a fairy of the world, she knew winter fairies came and went like rain, well, during the winter that is and sometimes late spring snow showers bring them back and hail storms in random times of the year, generally a winter fairy was bad news to the likes of other fairy’s in fact all seasonal fairies were:
“I can’t bare the pain mother; I can’t bare it I tell you”, whimpered Fragaria.
“There, there, I know what we can do if you want this pain to stop and if you’re sure he won’t come back to you” said Fragaria’s mother.
“What? What is it? I’ll do anything to stop this hurt”. Fragaria begged.
“Luckily I noticed one in full bloom this morning, where the snow melted a few days ago because it gets a lot of sunlight there by the lawn, well anyway there I found it, a DAFFODIL, all you have to do is go and crawl right in and it will sense your pain and it will set things to rights!” said Fragaria’s mother in excitement.
Fragaria looked up at her mother and without a word dashed tearfully through the garden to where her mother had directed her and climbed up into the daffodil and cried herself to sleep.
Fragaria had the most peculiar dream; she dreamt the flower sprayed perfume at her and told her that to put all her woes behind her and that friendship is immortal.
When she woke up, she felt no more pain, but had sunny memories of Hail and her sharing fun in the snow like happy children.
She went home and had a lovely supper, of nettle soup, followed by spiced beetroot salad, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of their little tree house, Fragaria’s mother opened the door to find a crestfallen Hail standing there.
“Are you Hail?” asked Fragaria’s mother.
“Yes Mrs Fraise, do you know where she is? I was due to meet with her late this afternoon to look at some icicles melting in the sundown and I noticed a fox going under the garden shed and I got worried for her because she didn’t turn up”. He said dolefully.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Fragaria is here with us, eating a lovely beetroot salad, but I thought you should know, she’s been to the daffodil about you.” said Mrs Fraise, warningly.
“Oh no, she thought… oh dear no, then I’ll go there myself presently” he said dejectedly.
Mrs Fraise just stood and nodded.
“That is the best you can do, she’ll never leave the gardens, you know that, it’s in our blood, it’s in all our blood to stay with who we belong, and it’s only fair”. She said.
Hail agreed and went to the daffodil, where he too had memories of friendship and child games in the snow with Fragaria, and every winter there on in, they met up and played in the snow together, never ever falling in love with each other again… but that was for the best, for they both knew they loved their birth right too much to lose and each found love in their own way eventually.
© Tina Cousins 2013
This story was influenced by the poem I wrote earlier called “The magic daffodil”, it is also semi-influenced by a novel I read last month called “The Snow Child” By Eowyn Ivey.
This idea happened completely at random. I wrote a poem, the poem sounded like a story and I sat back all day thinking, wow, this needs to become a short story and there it is, right up there, winking at you, my story.
I feel the story was slap dashed, I don’t think it’s well written. I hoped for it to come across like an old fairy tale, but I am unsure if my voice/style is any good. But anyway, critics are most welcomed to comment.
I am here to hone my skills, not flaunt them… well, partly so.