Rivka
@theasraidance.bsky.social
Arts and Magic. Folklore and Fairy Tales. Poetry and Prose. History and Nature. Music and Film. The cosy and the uncanny. The weird and the whimsical.
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Rivka
@theasraidance.bsky.social
· Nov 8
'When the last colours of the day
Have from their burning ebbed away,
About that ruin, cold and lone,
The cricket shrills from stone to stone;
And scattering o'er its darkened green,
Bands of fairies may be seen.'
~Walter de la Mare
🎨John Anster Fitzgerald
Have from their burning ebbed away,
About that ruin, cold and lone,
The cricket shrills from stone to stone;
And scattering o'er its darkened green,
Bands of fairies may be seen.'
~Walter de la Mare
🎨John Anster Fitzgerald
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Other work by the Ladybird artists
‘Gusty Twilight’
Artist: CF Tunnicliffe
‘Gusty Twilight’
Artist: CF Tunnicliffe
December 28, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Other work by the Ladybird artists
‘Gusty Twilight’
Artist: CF Tunnicliffe
‘Gusty Twilight’
Artist: CF Tunnicliffe
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Nadine Looks into the Future while Holding on to the Past
December 26, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Nadine Looks into the Future while Holding on to the Past
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We wander winter afternoons where the light is too weak to keep the ghosts at bay. Stumble onto paths that can only be haunted. Each footstep scuffs up stories, scuffs up spirits. We walk and leave a wake of whispers. – #DAKilroy, 1982
December 27, 2025 at 1:40 PM
We wander winter afternoons where the light is too weak to keep the ghosts at bay. Stumble onto paths that can only be haunted. Each footstep scuffs up stories, scuffs up spirits. We walk and leave a wake of whispers. – #DAKilroy, 1982
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‘The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.’ ~ E Brontë #BookWormSat
🖼️ Pekka Halonen
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.’ ~ E Brontë #BookWormSat
🖼️ Pekka Halonen
December 27, 2025 at 7:24 PM
‘The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.’ ~ E Brontë #BookWormSat
🖼️ Pekka Halonen
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.’ ~ E Brontë #BookWormSat
🖼️ Pekka Halonen
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In the rush of early morning,
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day
Louisa May Alcott
Lisa Graa Jensen #BookWormSat
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day
Louisa May Alcott
Lisa Graa Jensen #BookWormSat
December 27, 2025 at 1:50 PM
In the rush of early morning,
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day
Louisa May Alcott
Lisa Graa Jensen #BookWormSat
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day
Louisa May Alcott
Lisa Graa Jensen #BookWormSat
Illustration by Charles Robinson
'The Remarkable Rocket',
From 'Tales by Oscar Wilde', 1913.
'The Remarkable Rocket',
From 'Tales by Oscar Wilde', 1913.
December 27, 2025 at 10:48 PM
Illustration by Charles Robinson
'The Remarkable Rocket',
From 'Tales by Oscar Wilde', 1913.
'The Remarkable Rocket',
From 'Tales by Oscar Wilde', 1913.
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On #christmaseve leave your windows unlatched a little, not enough for snow or weather to drift inside, but enough to show hospitality to wandering blessings. #Folklore
December 24, 2025 at 6:15 PM
On #christmaseve leave your windows unlatched a little, not enough for snow or weather to drift inside, but enough to show hospitality to wandering blessings. #Folklore
✨Art by Margaret Tarrant
December 23, 2025 at 7:35 PM
✨Art by Margaret Tarrant
The bell rings at the top of the mountain
by Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi
by Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi
December 22, 2025 at 1:50 PM
The bell rings at the top of the mountain
by Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi
by Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi
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22 Dec: Evergreen and often in bloom at #Christmas, rosemary is woven into wreaths and garlands as a symbol of hope, fertility, and remembrance. In old custom, the wassail cup was sometimes made from rosemary wood, and stirred with a fragrant sprig before being shared. #folklore
December 22, 2025 at 12:30 AM
22 Dec: Evergreen and often in bloom at #Christmas, rosemary is woven into wreaths and garlands as a symbol of hope, fertility, and remembrance. In old custom, the wassail cup was sometimes made from rosemary wood, and stirred with a fragrant sprig before being shared. #folklore
December 22, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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Paul Evans - Winter Dusk.
Acrylic on canvas.
Acrylic on canvas.
December 19, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Paul Evans - Winter Dusk.
Acrylic on canvas.
Acrylic on canvas.
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The witch is a threshold creature. Wood's tangled border, shore's salt-line blur. For at the feral edges of the land her magic is mighty. The fluid boundary of the marsh offers reflected nephomantic glimpses, a rush of whispered wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
December 17, 2025 at 12:59 PM
The witch is a threshold creature. Wood's tangled border, shore's salt-line blur. For at the feral edges of the land her magic is mighty. The fluid boundary of the marsh offers reflected nephomantic glimpses, a rush of whispered wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
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Due to a lack of opponents, Maude soon found that she had become a collector of snowballs.
December 17, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Due to a lack of opponents, Maude soon found that she had become a collector of snowballs.
🕯️'Crown of Light'
by Sulamith Wülfing
by Sulamith Wülfing
December 13, 2025 at 6:11 PM
🕯️'Crown of Light'
by Sulamith Wülfing
by Sulamith Wülfing
❄️Art by Margaret Tarrant
December 12, 2025 at 5:50 PM
❄️Art by Margaret Tarrant
December 10, 2025 at 8:07 PM
December 10, 2025 at 6:55 PM
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When Genevieve feels overwhelmed, she goes to the forest and plays her triangle for the trees.
December 8, 2025 at 1:14 PM
When Genevieve feels overwhelmed, she goes to the forest and plays her triangle for the trees.
December 4, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Skating by Moonlight
by Ronald Lampitt
by Ronald Lampitt
December 4, 2025 at 1:35 PM
Skating by Moonlight
by Ronald Lampitt
by Ronald Lampitt
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Even in winter, the wood whispers to tramp its paths. Its Sprites and Woodwose may sleep through days demanding our heaviest coats, but its mysteries do not. Bare branches scratch the low sky and still its mysteries sing. We walk for wonder. We walk for cold magics. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
November 29, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Even in winter, the wood whispers to tramp its paths. Its Sprites and Woodwose may sleep through days demanding our heaviest coats, but its mysteries do not. Bare branches scratch the low sky and still its mysteries sing. We walk for wonder. We walk for cold magics. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
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“She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights #BookWormSat
Art- Robert McGinnis
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights #BookWormSat
Art- Robert McGinnis
November 29, 2025 at 4:04 PM
“She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights #BookWormSat
Art- Robert McGinnis
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights #BookWormSat
Art- Robert McGinnis