Final resting place of John Williamson, who died 21st May 1849 at the age of 69. "Sheriff's Officer for upwards of 34 years"

🌳🐉🌳Always collect and plant acorns - one day you might hatch an Oak Dragon! #FolkyFriday #FolkWitchFriday #FolkloreSunday

The "White Dobbie of Furness" is a ghost story from my book, "Folklore of the Lake District bardofcumberland.com/folklore/ film by 'Land of Lore Films' #folklore #ghoststories #booksky

Buckle, 1913, by Jessie Marion King, Art Nouveau and Arts and Crafts jewellery designer and illustrator #WomensArt

I did not know until now that clouds could be like this. I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago. I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress - what did I know - until now? Unica Zürn #bookchatweekly

The fireplace is dark, The ashes left to grow cold, I don’t miss the smoke. #dailyhaikuprompt fireplace

I linger with purpose. Thoughts still hurrying & trying to shout. My fingers trail in tall grass and I am being carried by a gentle creature with wheat long fur. Grasshoppers dancing ahead, the wind making patterns. My skin is sun kissed and I close my eyes. For a moment I am still. #vss365 linger

And Tulip opens..✨

Yesterday, we toyed with betrayal. Such a painful prompt. Purge that festering anger, never let that emotion linger. In its place, you’ll find peace. Today, May 21 2026, your #vss365 #prompt is #Linger

Today’s Thursday May 21st prompt is #seal #thingstowriteabout

The humble phone box has assumed an important position in Hookland folklore. Aliens and computers from the future ring them from high orbit. Both the recent and long dead leave messages for the living via them. They are deliverers of omen, disruptors of the everyday.– Dr. M. Benn

Can anyone guess where I was this morning? Sound on for full effect...

#littlethoughts #blackbird #wildlifeart

#PhantomsFriday but also #NationalGothDay tomorrow so I expect the posts will be extra creepy. Feel free to join the feed with posts on all things #ghost - art, words, #folklore, popular culture, haunted sites etc. #Ghosts only please - vampires, werewolves, witches, goblins and the like are barred!

how do you do, haiku crew? 🥸 
today's #haikufeels #prompt is 

 measure

Good morning from the Friends of Lister Lane Cemetery. 🌳 🌼

Before the skies of Hookland became crowded with UFOs – all saucers, black cubes, spiked spheres and green pyramids – reports were made of flying sailboats. These cloud-cleaving vessels so numerous they were known to county folklore as Doom Ships or Faery Barges. – Brian Danbury

Velvet Bee artist: emilyduffincountryillustrations Emilyduffin.co.uk

This weekend's #ShakespeareSunday theme has been chosen by @rosej100.bsky.social - HOT & COLD

And this morning the Shed is a telescope, fixed to observe a distant star…

Friday’s yesterday Is here, even though Friday Is still tomorrow

First cup of tea: as beautiful as the birdsong I can hear outside.

Other work of the Ladybird artists. ‘The Swallows’ Rendezvous’ (1937) Artist: CF Tunnicliffe

Portrait of an earlyThursday morning in Ireland in May. #ireland

The dark ruins of Torthorwald Castle squat on the horizon, framed by foreboding clouds. A 14th century tower house, on the site of a 12th century motte and bailey predecessor. #blackandwhitephotography #Scotland #History #SouthernScotland

The road to Glastonbury Tor.

Two Mice in Rose Bush, Noel Hopking.

🖼️ Dick Twinney

Marvellous midweek Marvin. The breeze ruffled his covert wing feathers to give him temporary fairy wings. #crow

Other work by the Ladybird artists. ‘Wren’ Artist: CF Tunnicliffe

The threshold is an engine of magics. The threshold is a temporary temple. As a world-stepper, the witch knows this territory as her own. Where others find only the uncertainty of transition, she knows power of possibility. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

Patagonian mara May 2026 #pairidaiza

Siberian tiger May 2026 #pairidaiza

For a witch, a path may not be important due to its destination, but rather for the quality of spirits she talks to whilst upon it. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

Goodnight from Meg Bale, now in no doubt that while she can’t see her daughter’s invisible friend, she can certainly hear him laughing. Goodnight from Charlie Blake, considering whether it’s worth the effort to try and wake the thousand-year-old toad of Canon’s Pool Goodnight from Hookland.

Gonna need an ETA on dinner. Photo from my collection, no date/info.

It is not only those limbs made phantom by Dr. Beeching that twitch and thrum with temporal shades. The railway is a vast ghost machine Even its obsolete signal boxes hold watching spectres that itch to pull levers long disconnected. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts

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I'd walked this #alley many times before but tonight it felt different. It felt as though I had company even though there was no one there. There was no noise, no shadows, just a feeling. A feeling of foreboding. A feeling that I wouldn't see tomorrow. #thingstowriteabout

Good morning from the North Georgia Mountains. Betrayal is the quiet fracture of trust, when someone you believed in becomes the one that lets you fall. Today is May 20, 2026 and your #vss365 #prompt is #betrayal

This seasons fern awakening with complicated yoga poses. ✨

Is betrayal silent or was it the creaking door, the wind slap against the shutters. The signs that you wished away & covered up an arrangement of pretty thoughts. You thought it was stealthy but it stumbled clumsily & you just turned the music up. It sat in the corner and sulked. #vss365 betrayal

Today’s Wednesday May 20th prompt is #alley #thingstowriteabout

#WorldBeeDay artist: sophielongart.co.uk

Vacant heart and hand and eye, Easy live and quiet die. – Lucy Ashton's song from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott (1819) #wyrdwednesday

"...as they reached the mountain's side, A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children follow'd, And when all were in to the very last, The door in the mountain-side shut fast." Robert Browning, The Pied Piper of Hamelin #WyrdWednesday

“I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear your empire down” (Andrew Eldritch / The Sisters of Mercy “Lucretia My Reflection”) 🎨 Zdzisław Beksiński #wyrdwednesday

The Danse Macabre consists of the dead, or an image of death, summoning representatives from all walks of life to dance along to the grave. It was made to remind people of the fragility of their lives and the vanity of earthly glory. #WyrdWednesday

The Hymn Tune Mystery George A. Birmingham (1930) #WyrdWednesday #coverart

“It was not that the sounds were hideous, for they were not; but that they held vibrations suggesting nothing on this globe of earth..." - The Music of Erich Zann by H.P. Lovecraft 🎨 by Tom Xaros #WyrdWednesday