Lonesome was the land of their destination, lonely and silent. There, only the wind sang an old, strange song, a song that has no words.' -A. Roland Holst (translated). @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 🎨Edward Robert Hughes

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a white horse With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes She shall have music wherever she goes #BookWormSat 🎨 Eric Ravilious

'She became the most beautiful child of wind and sorrow. Her hair was as waving fire in the wind; her movements like a swan on the waves, a deer over the hills.' Tomorrow, #BookWormSat, celebrates A. Roland Holst's birthday and his story, Deirdre and the Sons of Usnach, with Celtic mythology.

‘Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting…’ ~ Poe for #BookWormSat

In the owl's opinion everyday is long 🦉 Kobayashi Issa (1763–1828) #BookWormSat 😍Yukio Katsuda (1985)

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky. Monique Duval #BookWormSat 🎨Ashvin Harrison

A pensive tale of unwritten futures sketched beautifully against a lovingly recreated backdrop from the 70s and 80s. Cerasus Poetry’s ‘Another Brick In The Wall: December 1979 - January 1980’ is today’s Pick of the Day www.abctales.com/story/cerasu... Please share if you can.

‘Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting…’ ~ Mary Oliver And @racheldeering.bsky.social here for an ornithological #BookWormSat 🪶

"Gardening is as good as a smoke screen, and the habit of observing birds through powerful glasses can always be turned to account.” -The Murder at the Vicarage #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat

'Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown' -John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale. @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat.

Spring is sprung The grass is riz I wonder where the birdie is?  They say the bird is on the wing Ain't that a thing?  I always thought the wing was on the bird Ain't that absurd?  (Anonymous) #BookWormSat 🎨Nancy Ekholm Burkert

‘The agony 
Grew. 
Crow 
Grinned 
Crying: 'This is my Creation,' 
Flying the black flag of himself.’ ~ Crow Blacker than ever ~ Hughes. The moral of this story is never say you’re going to do the #BookWormSat post when you’re in hospital and don’t know what day it is. Anyway, the theme is birds. 🐦

"When good King Arthur ruled in ancient days (A king every Briton loves to praise) This was a land brim-full of fairy folk. [...] But no one now sees fairies any more. For now the saintly charity and prayer Of holy friar seem to have purged the air." - Chaucer, The Wife Of Bath's Tale #BookWormSat

Once, long ago, I heard the mermaids singing, but I do not think they will sing to me now. Toby R. Beeny, Lilacs from the Dead Land #BookWormSat 🎨Linda Olsen

“That's not a wooden crocodile!” sang the Roly-Poly Bird. “It's a real one! It's the Enormous Crocodile from the river and he wants to eat you up!” Jill turned and ran. So did all the other children. ~ The Enormous Crocodile (1978), Roald Dahl. #BookWormSat [🎨Quentin Blake]

I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow - Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie 🖋 Robert Louis Stevenson #BookWormSat 🎨 RogerDean #BookChatWeekly

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws! 🐊 Lewis Carroll, 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' #BookwormSat

“I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.” 🐊J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan #BookWormSat 🎨Aimee Watling

'It lived down there in the deep green hollow, My own old home, and the fairies say The word of a bird is a thing to follow, So I was away a night and a day.' -The Changeling, Charlotte Mew. @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 🎨John Anster Fitzgerald (detail)

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. Tennessee Williams, Camino Real #BookWormSat

“I thank you all for warning me,” Ronf said. “I am sorry I was so slow.” “Nogbad! Nogbad coming!” rustled the flowers. He heard the terror in their voices and Nogbad appeared in the garden." ~ Noggin and the Flowers (1971), Oliver Postgate, Peter Firmin. #BookWormSat [🎨Peter Firmin]

‘But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may, Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.’ ~ Yeats, Red Hanrahan’s Curse. #BookWormSat 🖼️ Charles Caryl Coleman, 1889.

’I have seen the future. Be warned before it is too late. Beware of the Full Moon. The Blue Primrose means Warning; the Blue Hollyhock means Danger; the Blue Geranium means Death…’ -The Blue Geranium #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat

A flower blossoms for its own joy.  Oscar Wilde #BookWormSat 🎨 Brian Wildsmith #bookchatweekly

The spring comes... 'O’er woods where May her gorgeous drapery flings, And meads washed fragrant by their laughing springs. Fresh are new opened flowers, untouched and free From the bold rifling of the amorous bee.' -John Clare @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 🪻🌼

'Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.' -Robert Frost Tomorrow, #BookWormSat celebrates Beltane with the theme flowers. Join us! 🌸🌼🪻 🎨Anna Billing

'Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.' 📕 Sylvia Plath, November Graveyard 🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Samain #BookWormSat #poetry #haunted

“You are the stormy petrel of crime, Watson.” 📖 “The Adventure of the Naval Treaty” ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1893 #BookchatWeekly #BookwormSat #BookSky 📺 “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes” s1 Ep 3 , 1984 11:30am TODAY @ITV4

Dejavu' is a subconcious reminder of the contract your soul signed long before you chose the body you would reside in on earth. Trust the timing of uncanny moments, synchronicity and your gut instinct. Nikki Rowe #BookWormSat

'He leaned up against a moonbeam to recover his breath, and began to try and realize his position. Never in a brilliant and uninterrupted career of three hundred years, had he been so grossly insulted' 🖋 Oscar Wilde The Canterville Ghost #BookWormSat 🎨 Penguin ed. #BookChatWeekly

‘After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks.’ ~ Walter de la Mare. This #BookWormSat will celebrate the birthdate of Walter de la Mare with the haunted, the uncanny and the hidden worlds of literature. Do join us.

“Look at the Sphinx,” I urged. “Even I can feel the mystery and the charm it exhales.” Poirot looked at it discontentedly. “It has not the air happy,” he declared. “How could it, half-buried in sand in that untidy fashion.” -The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat

Piglet sidled up to Pooh. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you." ― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner #BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly

'Visions of the days departed, shadowy phantoms filled my brain; They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again' -The Belfry of Bruges, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat 🎨Frank Brangwyn & Yoshijiro Urushibara.

‘Oh! Who can be ever tired of Bath?’ ~ Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey. Tomorrow is #WorldHeritageDay and as such, #BookWormSat plans to visit the buildings or places of note, architecture, sites and monuments, real or imagined in literature. Do join us. 🖼️ Walter Richard Sickert

“A romantic is usually afraid in case reality doesn't come up to expectations.” 📖 “Our Man In Havana” ~ Graham Greene, 1958 #BookchatWeekly #BookwormSat #BookSky 🎥 “Our Man In Havana”, 1959 4:35pm TODAY on @talkingpicturestv.bsky.social

"Cats have a way of always having been there even if they've only just arrived... They act as if the human world is one they just happened to have stopped off in, on their way to somewhere that is possibly a whole lot more interesting." -The Unadulterated Cat #TerryPratchett #BookWormSat

'You are lord of a place bounded like a dream.' -To a Cat, Jorge Luis Borges. 🎨Bruno Liljefors #BookWormSat

‘She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person who kept a parrot.’ ~ Mark Twain 🦜 #BookWormSat 🖼️ The Lady of the Tooti-Nameh or The Legend of the Parrot, Valentine Cameron Prinsep, c.1865.

'Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright— Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.' -T. S. Eliot @signemaene.com and Jellicle cats everywhere welcome you to #BookWormSat! 🎨Edward Gorey

Macavity: The Mystery Cat Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw— For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law. He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair: For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there! 🐾T. S. Eliot #BookWormSat

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair, But it’s useless to investigate Macavity’s not there! TS Eliot #BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly 🎨Picasso

‘O wombat, agile, joyful, how have you grown, furry and round! Ah do not flee like a vagabond, do not vanish, burrowing through the world…’ ~ Rossetti For National Pet Day, #BookWormSat will walk the dogs and curl up with the cats of literature. And the horses, mice, rabbits, rats, birds, wombats…

‘(F)or the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds, will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.’ ~ Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Sc 2. #BookWormSat #ShakespeareWeek

📚💙 New Release 💡📚💙 #Books #Tech Techno-Negative: A Long History of Refusing the Machine by Thomas Dekeyser -- Begins with the 1985 US bombing of the MOVE commune in Philadelphia and a discussion of Gandhi's Tolstoyan farm in South Africa. #ToRead

#BookWormSat 🖊️Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, Act 2 Scene 7

'This is the fairy land;--O spite of spites! We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites; If we obey them not, this will ensue, They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.' -Shakespeare 🎨John Anster Fitzgerald #BookWormSat

"Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide." 🪦👻 A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act V, Scene I #BookwormSat

Perfume for a lady's chamber; Golden quoifs and stomachers For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. The Winter's Tale #BookWormSat

“Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry spring-time’s harbinger.“ #Shakespeare The Two Noble Kinsmen Ver is an old name for Spring #BookWormSat (Illustration from Shakespeare’s Flowers) #BookChatWeekly