BookWormSat
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Celebrate literature every Saturday with BookWormSat. Hosted by @signemaene.com and @racheldeering.bsky.social
Weekly themes: https://signemaene.com/bookwormsaturday/
Weekly themes: https://signemaene.com/bookwormsaturday/
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‘I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.’ ~ Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of Charles Dickens with a day of wholly Dickens, more Dickens with a side of Dickens. Join us.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of Charles Dickens with a day of wholly Dickens, more Dickens with a side of Dickens. Join us.
‘I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.’ ~ Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of Charles Dickens with a day of wholly Dickens, more Dickens with a side of Dickens. Join us.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of Charles Dickens with a day of wholly Dickens, more Dickens with a side of Dickens. Join us.
February 6, 2026 at 7:00 AM
‘I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.’ ~ Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of Charles Dickens with a day of wholly Dickens, more Dickens with a side of Dickens. Join us.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of Charles Dickens with a day of wholly Dickens, more Dickens with a side of Dickens. Join us.
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"The air smelled of wax and smoke as they danced. The goat spoke, its voice low and knowing. One by one, they kissed its hindquarters, their lips cold as they whispered the name of a dying king."
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💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Today is Candlemas, O best beloved, the very last feast of Christmas tide, when mangers and other decorations are put away everywhere at last, candles are blessed for the year and…
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February 2, 2026 at 6:02 AM
"The air smelled of wax and smoke as they danced. The goat spoke, its voice low and knowing. One by one, they kissed its hindquarters, their lips cold as they whispered the name of a dying king."
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On the eve of Candlemas, witches dance at the crossroads, a liminal time at the end of winter before the last feast of Christmastide.
For our last #winterfolklore story, we go to the west of France in the 16th century and hear a grim tale of theirs.
Read it below.
🎨 Rosalie Lettau
For our last #winterfolklore story, we go to the west of France in the 16th century and hear a grim tale of theirs.
Read it below.
🎨 Rosalie Lettau
February 2, 2026 at 6:02 AM
On the eve of Candlemas, witches dance at the crossroads, a liminal time at the end of winter before the last feast of Christmastide.
For our last #winterfolklore story, we go to the west of France in the 16th century and hear a grim tale of theirs.
Read it below.
🎨 Rosalie Lettau
For our last #winterfolklore story, we go to the west of France in the 16th century and hear a grim tale of theirs.
Read it below.
🎨 Rosalie Lettau
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"And when all is still at night, the owls take up the strain, like mourning women their ancient ululu. Their most dismal scream is truly Ben-Jonsonian. Wise midnight hags!"
(Thoreau)
🎨 Brian Froud
#owlishmonday
(Thoreau)
🎨 Brian Froud
#owlishmonday
February 2, 2026 at 10:59 AM
"And when all is still at night, the owls take up the strain, like mourning women their ancient ululu. Their most dismal scream is truly Ben-Jonsonian. Wise midnight hags!"
(Thoreau)
🎨 Brian Froud
#owlishmonday
(Thoreau)
🎨 Brian Froud
#owlishmonday
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"What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."
'Inversnaid' (1881), Gerard Manley Hopkins #WorldWetlandsDay
🎨'Teal Coming to the Pool, by the Willow on a Misty Morning', Peter Scott
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."
'Inversnaid' (1881), Gerard Manley Hopkins #WorldWetlandsDay
🎨'Teal Coming to the Pool, by the Willow on a Misty Morning', Peter Scott
February 2, 2026 at 4:17 PM
"What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."
'Inversnaid' (1881), Gerard Manley Hopkins #WorldWetlandsDay
🎨'Teal Coming to the Pool, by the Willow on a Misty Morning', Peter Scott
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."
'Inversnaid' (1881), Gerard Manley Hopkins #WorldWetlandsDay
🎨'Teal Coming to the Pool, by the Willow on a Misty Morning', Peter Scott
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“The Badger peeps out of his hole on Candlemas Day and when he finds snow walks abroad; but if he sees the sun shining he draws back into his hole” (German country lore)
This one seems to be a “Frechdachs” (pert badger, the Germans do have a word for it, of course) judging from his mischievous mien
This one seems to be a “Frechdachs” (pert badger, the Germans do have a word for it, of course) judging from his mischievous mien
February 2, 2026 at 5:00 PM
“The Badger peeps out of his hole on Candlemas Day and when he finds snow walks abroad; but if he sees the sun shining he draws back into his hole” (German country lore)
This one seems to be a “Frechdachs” (pert badger, the Germans do have a word for it, of course) judging from his mischievous mien
This one seems to be a “Frechdachs” (pert badger, the Germans do have a word for it, of course) judging from his mischievous mien
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"In convent of Sainte-Croix
Thus doth the abbess draw
Her ample-folded cape
Round her fair shape."
(Alfred de Musset)
🎨 Edmund Dulac
#goldenagofillustration
Thus doth the abbess draw
Her ample-folded cape
Round her fair shape."
(Alfred de Musset)
🎨 Edmund Dulac
#goldenagofillustration
February 3, 2026 at 6:37 AM
"In convent of Sainte-Croix
Thus doth the abbess draw
Her ample-folded cape
Round her fair shape."
(Alfred de Musset)
🎨 Edmund Dulac
#goldenagofillustration
Thus doth the abbess draw
Her ample-folded cape
Round her fair shape."
(Alfred de Musset)
🎨 Edmund Dulac
#goldenagofillustration
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« La plus terrible solitude n'est pas celle qui naît de l'isolement, mais celle qui naît de l'incompréhension »
~ George Orwell
🎨 Kristin Vestgard
~ George Orwell
🎨 Kristin Vestgard
February 3, 2026 at 10:34 AM
« La plus terrible solitude n'est pas celle qui naît de l'isolement, mais celle qui naît de l'incompréhension »
~ George Orwell
🎨 Kristin Vestgard
~ George Orwell
🎨 Kristin Vestgard
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🌳🕊️🌳'The Old Woman in the Woods' is a Grimm's tale of a girl -sole survivor of a robbers attack- who is helped by a dove to find shelter and food. In return, she bravely breaks a Witch's curse that had trapped a kindly prince in the forms of a tree and the dove.
#FairyTaleTuesday
#FairyTaleTuesday
February 3, 2026 at 12:57 PM
🌳🕊️🌳'The Old Woman in the Woods' is a Grimm's tale of a girl -sole survivor of a robbers attack- who is helped by a dove to find shelter and food. In return, she bravely breaks a Witch's curse that had trapped a kindly prince in the forms of a tree and the dove.
#FairyTaleTuesday
#FairyTaleTuesday
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Of dead destruction, ruin within ruin!
The wrecks beside of many a city vast,
Whose population which the earth grew over
Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,
Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons …
– P. B. Shelley, Prometheus Unbound 1819
#WyrdWednesday #booksky
The wrecks beside of many a city vast,
Whose population which the earth grew over
Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,
Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons …
– P. B. Shelley, Prometheus Unbound 1819
#WyrdWednesday #booksky
February 4, 2026 at 9:34 AM
Of dead destruction, ruin within ruin!
The wrecks beside of many a city vast,
Whose population which the earth grew over
Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,
Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons …
– P. B. Shelley, Prometheus Unbound 1819
#WyrdWednesday #booksky
The wrecks beside of many a city vast,
Whose population which the earth grew over
Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,
Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons …
– P. B. Shelley, Prometheus Unbound 1819
#WyrdWednesday #booksky
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“At last have mortal eyes gazed upon two reptiles of the great primitive ocean! I see the flaming red eyes of the Ichthyosaurus, each as big, or bigger than a man's head.”
(Jules Verne “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”)
🎨 Édouard Riou (1867)
#wyrdwednesday #bookillustration #booksky
(Jules Verne “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”)
🎨 Édouard Riou (1867)
#wyrdwednesday #bookillustration #booksky
February 4, 2026 at 2:01 PM
“At last have mortal eyes gazed upon two reptiles of the great primitive ocean! I see the flaming red eyes of the Ichthyosaurus, each as big, or bigger than a man's head.”
(Jules Verne “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”)
🎨 Édouard Riou (1867)
#wyrdwednesday #bookillustration #booksky
(Jules Verne “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”)
🎨 Édouard Riou (1867)
#wyrdwednesday #bookillustration #booksky
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“Some of them who had disappeared into the jungle came back presently driving a young iguanodon before them.”
(Arthur Conan Doyle “The Lost World”)
🎨 Harry Rountree (1912)
#wyrdwednesday #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration #booksky
(Arthur Conan Doyle “The Lost World”)
🎨 Harry Rountree (1912)
#wyrdwednesday #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration #booksky
February 4, 2026 at 6:17 AM
“Some of them who had disappeared into the jungle came back presently driving a young iguanodon before them.”
(Arthur Conan Doyle “The Lost World”)
🎨 Harry Rountree (1912)
#wyrdwednesday #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration #booksky
(Arthur Conan Doyle “The Lost World”)
🎨 Harry Rountree (1912)
#wyrdwednesday #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration #booksky
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A poem of mine from my collection, In the Shadow of Gods. Have a read!
‘we do not test the fragility of joy,
or pit it against the human condition,
when we are beneath the suthering
of a blackbird's wings’ 🪽
@racheldeering.bsky.social from collection ‘In the Shadow of Gods.’
www.blackboughpoetry.com/rachel-deering
or pit it against the human condition,
when we are beneath the suthering
of a blackbird's wings’ 🪽
@racheldeering.bsky.social from collection ‘In the Shadow of Gods.’
www.blackboughpoetry.com/rachel-deering
January 31, 2026 at 12:28 PM
A poem of mine from my collection, In the Shadow of Gods. Have a read!
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‘we do not test the fragility of joy,
or pit it against the human condition,
when we are beneath the suthering
of a blackbird's wings’ 🪽
@racheldeering.bsky.social from collection ‘In the Shadow of Gods.’
www.blackboughpoetry.com/rachel-deering
or pit it against the human condition,
when we are beneath the suthering
of a blackbird's wings’ 🪽
@racheldeering.bsky.social from collection ‘In the Shadow of Gods.’
www.blackboughpoetry.com/rachel-deering
January 31, 2026 at 10:59 AM
‘we do not test the fragility of joy,
or pit it against the human condition,
when we are beneath the suthering
of a blackbird's wings’ 🪽
@racheldeering.bsky.social from collection ‘In the Shadow of Gods.’
www.blackboughpoetry.com/rachel-deering
or pit it against the human condition,
when we are beneath the suthering
of a blackbird's wings’ 🪽
@racheldeering.bsky.social from collection ‘In the Shadow of Gods.’
www.blackboughpoetry.com/rachel-deering
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'The shade of Byron Contemplating the Ruins of Missolonghi'
A visual puzzle from 1832 with the ghostly figure of the poet surveying the devastation of the Greek city where he died in 1824.
The image hides also nine (?!) other figures of the Byronic circle and the Greek indepence movement.
A visual puzzle from 1832 with the ghostly figure of the poet surveying the devastation of the Greek city where he died in 1824.
The image hides also nine (?!) other figures of the Byronic circle and the Greek indepence movement.
January 31, 2026 at 11:50 AM
'The shade of Byron Contemplating the Ruins of Missolonghi'
A visual puzzle from 1832 with the ghostly figure of the poet surveying the devastation of the Greek city where he died in 1824.
The image hides also nine (?!) other figures of the Byronic circle and the Greek indepence movement.
A visual puzzle from 1832 with the ghostly figure of the poet surveying the devastation of the Greek city where he died in 1824.
The image hides also nine (?!) other figures of the Byronic circle and the Greek indepence movement.
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“O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac’d
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair!”
(“Much Ado about Nothing”, 4.1)
🎨 Marcus Stone
#ShakespeareSunday
If half thy outward graces had been plac’d
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair!”
(“Much Ado about Nothing”, 4.1)
🎨 Marcus Stone
#ShakespeareSunday
February 1, 2026 at 2:00 PM
“O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac’d
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair!”
(“Much Ado about Nothing”, 4.1)
🎨 Marcus Stone
#ShakespeareSunday
If half thy outward graces had been plac’d
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair!”
(“Much Ado about Nothing”, 4.1)
🎨 Marcus Stone
#ShakespeareSunday
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"On the day of Bride of the white hills
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me"
A Highland charm to pacify adders on Imbolc. What if the adder is something older?
Find out in our 24th #winterfolklore story below
🎨Vreymouth
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me"
A Highland charm to pacify adders on Imbolc. What if the adder is something older?
Find out in our 24th #winterfolklore story below
🎨Vreymouth
February 1, 2026 at 6:14 AM
"On the day of Bride of the white hills
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me"
A Highland charm to pacify adders on Imbolc. What if the adder is something older?
Find out in our 24th #winterfolklore story below
🎨Vreymouth
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me"
A Highland charm to pacify adders on Imbolc. What if the adder is something older?
Find out in our 24th #winterfolklore story below
🎨Vreymouth
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"They say if it sees its shadow, winter will stretch long and lean. But if the day is grey, it will return beneath the earth, and spring will come swift behind it.
But some shadows should never be seen. Some things should never wake."
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But some shadows should never be seen. Some things should never wake."
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💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Today, O best beloved, on the brown day of Bride, when winter lingers but spring stirs beneath the frost, the serpent wakes.
“The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day…
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February 1, 2026 at 6:14 AM
"They say if it sees its shadow, winter will stretch long and lean. But if the day is grey, it will return beneath the earth, and spring will come swift behind it.
But some shadows should never be seen. Some things should never wake."
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But some shadows should never be seen. Some things should never wake."
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A poem for February from me.
The Quiet of An Owl’s Wing, February
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🖼 Owl flying against a moonlit sky, Caspar David Friedrich, c.1836.
#OwlishMonday
The Quiet of An Owl’s Wing, February
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🖼 Owl flying against a moonlit sky, Caspar David Friedrich, c.1836.
#OwlishMonday
February 3, 2025 at 7:02 AM
A poem for February from me.
The Quiet of An Owl’s Wing, February
tinyurl.com/bdcnxrmk
🖼 Owl flying against a moonlit sky, Caspar David Friedrich, c.1836.
#OwlishMonday
The Quiet of An Owl’s Wing, February
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🖼 Owl flying against a moonlit sky, Caspar David Friedrich, c.1836.
#OwlishMonday
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“I began to worry a bit. Ella kept on hurling slurs. So I said, "Come on, Big Sweet, we got to go to home."
"Nope, Ah ain't got to do nothin' but die and stay black.”
Folklore is the arts of the people, before they find out that there is any such thing as art. ~Zora Neale Hurston
#BookWormSat
"Nope, Ah ain't got to do nothin' but die and stay black.”
Folklore is the arts of the people, before they find out that there is any such thing as art. ~Zora Neale Hurston
#BookWormSat
January 31, 2026 at 10:15 PM
“I began to worry a bit. Ella kept on hurling slurs. So I said, "Come on, Big Sweet, we got to go to home."
"Nope, Ah ain't got to do nothin' but die and stay black.”
Folklore is the arts of the people, before they find out that there is any such thing as art. ~Zora Neale Hurston
#BookWormSat
"Nope, Ah ain't got to do nothin' but die and stay black.”
Folklore is the arts of the people, before they find out that there is any such thing as art. ~Zora Neale Hurston
#BookWormSat
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#BookWormSat
"I have been in many shapes
Before achieving this convenient form ...
I have been a drop in the air,
I have been a shining star,
I have been a word in a book ..."
The Red Book Hergest
🎨Tim White
"I have been in many shapes
Before achieving this convenient form ...
I have been a drop in the air,
I have been a shining star,
I have been a word in a book ..."
The Red Book Hergest
🎨Tim White
January 31, 2026 at 11:03 PM
#BookWormSat
"I have been in many shapes
Before achieving this convenient form ...
I have been a drop in the air,
I have been a shining star,
I have been a word in a book ..."
The Red Book Hergest
🎨Tim White
"I have been in many shapes
Before achieving this convenient form ...
I have been a drop in the air,
I have been a shining star,
I have been a word in a book ..."
The Red Book Hergest
🎨Tim White
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#BookWormSat
"Waves will break over stones,
Land conquered by the sea.
[There will be] no slope nor valley,
No hill nor hollows,
Nor shelter when it freezes
And the wind grows angry.”
The Book of Taliesin [widely believed to have originated from much older oral poems]
🎨Alan Lee
"Waves will break over stones,
Land conquered by the sea.
[There will be] no slope nor valley,
No hill nor hollows,
Nor shelter when it freezes
And the wind grows angry.”
The Book of Taliesin [widely believed to have originated from much older oral poems]
🎨Alan Lee
January 31, 2026 at 7:26 PM
#BookWormSat
"Waves will break over stones,
Land conquered by the sea.
[There will be] no slope nor valley,
No hill nor hollows,
Nor shelter when it freezes
And the wind grows angry.”
The Book of Taliesin [widely believed to have originated from much older oral poems]
🎨Alan Lee
"Waves will break over stones,
Land conquered by the sea.
[There will be] no slope nor valley,
No hill nor hollows,
Nor shelter when it freezes
And the wind grows angry.”
The Book of Taliesin [widely believed to have originated from much older oral poems]
🎨Alan Lee
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#BookWormSat gem: the ancient oral tale behind Grimm's Little Red Riding Hood. 👧🐺
A girl in her red cape treks through the woods to grandma’s with treats—meeting the cunning "Big Bad Wolf."
Timeless fireside story of innocence, danger & bravery, shared by word of mouth for generations! 🗣️🔥
A girl in her red cape treks through the woods to grandma’s with treats—meeting the cunning "Big Bad Wolf."
Timeless fireside story of innocence, danger & bravery, shared by word of mouth for generations! 🗣️🔥
January 31, 2026 at 6:29 PM
#BookWormSat gem: the ancient oral tale behind Grimm's Little Red Riding Hood. 👧🐺
A girl in her red cape treks through the woods to grandma’s with treats—meeting the cunning "Big Bad Wolf."
Timeless fireside story of innocence, danger & bravery, shared by word of mouth for generations! 🗣️🔥
A girl in her red cape treks through the woods to grandma’s with treats—meeting the cunning "Big Bad Wolf."
Timeless fireside story of innocence, danger & bravery, shared by word of mouth for generations! 🗣️🔥
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#BookWormSat ancient Welsh gem: The Mabinogion — oral tales passed down by storytellers before medieval scribes wrote them. Spotlight: Branwen, Daughter of Llŷr — princess's marriage sparks war; her giant brother Brân fights on, his severed head guards Britain as a speaking talisman
🎨 Talia Took
🎨 Talia Took
January 31, 2026 at 7:08 PM
#BookWormSat ancient Welsh gem: The Mabinogion — oral tales passed down by storytellers before medieval scribes wrote them. Spotlight: Branwen, Daughter of Llŷr — princess's marriage sparks war; her giant brother Brân fights on, his severed head guards Britain as a speaking talisman
🎨 Talia Took
🎨 Talia Took