Tag Archive | Legend
Grainne
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Love reached through the leaves Rowanberry red, blood dark, She cupped her hands, her face, her lips And drank it thick and sweet, Drank it to the lees, Though the lees were more bitter Than wormwood.
It was a dark and stormy night…
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Go on then… as it’s almost Hallowe’en, I’ll share once again the old Yorkshire tale of the Hand of Glory… It is not a myth… though its truth may be obscure… one Hand even survives to this day, found in the wall of a house and now…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 