December 2011
1 post
P.s. If any of you were wondering - this blog is owned by two friends. Me - Jodie (thewoodbetweentheworlds) and Charlotte (lavenderletters). We have been neglecting this blog a little lately and are in the middle of trying to modify our new theme. We will be posting more again soon!
November 2011
6 posts
Sounds of The Sea
“A wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away,...”
– E.E. Cummings
August 2011
5 posts
We’ll take a boat out to the moon when our hands turn cold and when we get there we’ll make a nest- out of whatever shells and forgotten secrets we can find. We’ll hold hands beneath lavender blankets and when it gets late we’ll sit writing love letters to the stars and reading poems in whispers. We’ll keep like this until we become forgotten- when the wind is falling we’ll be remembered for a...
I will be your anyone for as long as you shall like me to be. I must tell you that I have thought of many words to put down but they do not want to be there; they want to be hidden. They slipped off the page and left a puddle of ink at my feet, along with the bobby pins that I had dropped whilst taking the secrets out of my hair.
July 2011
6 posts
I wake; I feed the birds. I like the winter; I take the fire coals inside to the home of the stranger I have grown; I do not feel like home today. I do not speak the language of the love that we used to use. I talk; nobody is there. I feed the birds; sometimes they listen; sometimes they are of no interest; the sky wins. I watch the birds move the sky; they are closer to you than I can be. I think...
June 2011
12 posts
I sat by the wishing well one winter evening with Henry whilst he cried tears that soaked his socks and turned his cheeks the colour of ripe cherries. Henry was a Gnome and although he was always rather melancholy, he was my dearest friend. I found him in the garden tending to the flowerbeds and humming along with the bumble bees. We now sat under the nights blanket as the full moon kept us...
The Fairies By William Allingham
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl’s feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the...
The moon comes to the forge - In her creamy-white petticoat - The child stares, stares - The child is staring at her. (Extract from Romance de la Luna by Federico Garcia Lorca)
May 2011
18 posts
Fairy spirits of the breeze - Frailer nothing is than these - Fancies born we know not where - In the heart or in the air. (Extrat from Unwritten Poems by William Winter)
There’s this little house by the sea, near where we used to play pretend between the trees. Beds are made of the colours of autumn, and when you fall from the highest swings the sky falls low enough to catch you. Roses turn gold in the air of summer, and there is a picnic blanket waiting to be unfolded in the corner of every meadow. There’s a lighthouse with rickety steps which we...
I could feel the hearts of the stars beating with excitement as I ran up and down the lanes in-between the fields. Far away, far away, far away from here was all that my heart could feel and all that my mind could think with daisy chains around my wrists and the scent of spring upon my skin. No longer falling; I was floating between dreams as the branches of trees stroked my hair and the moon held...
Come, weeping child and I will
Take your trembling hand
And put inside a fairy lake
To sail away from land.
Make yourself a home inside the
Trees on which the sky peeps
Braid your hair with sun ships
With masts that wind the weeps.
Dress in moons with ribbons which held
Paper birds to their nests
And watch weeds grow within your skin
As midnight gives you rest.
If there is a swing take it...
I caught my heart on the barbed wire as I climbed over the fence on emerald lane. I was on my way to buy some fresh milk from the farmer’s cottage; I was taking a short cut through the fields as I liked to say hello to the horses on my early morning walks. My dress was starting to become the colour of strawberries so I took the velvet ribbon out of my hair and tied it tightly around my now frayed,...
April 2011
2 posts
I found a new bookstore today; stacks of secret charms and hidden moonlight. Sitting on the wooden floor letting my eyes wander across the titles made me feel like the sky; like I could hold on to anything I wanted. I left that bookstore with five purchases and a secret smile tucked under my arms.
I sat outside in the meadows today for as long as I could without moving, even to breathe. I couldn’t stop my mind from keeping trinkets though; it was moving beyond the stars to the secrets that sit outside our windows. There were two butterflies taking the climb towards the blue together; colliding, creasing, crumpling; and before each of them could climb higher than the other I promised...