Mary B
@beesincampanula.bsky.social
I should have been a pair of ragged claws…
Reads 📚Writes 📚Haunts museums, art galleries, ancient sites, woodland and marshes. #amquerying
Reads 📚Writes 📚Haunts museums, art galleries, ancient sites, woodland and marshes. #amquerying
The spectral black dog pads its way across international folklore. In Flanders Die Roden Ogen, in Germany the Roggenwolf, in S America El Cadeho. Known by various names across the UK, in Suffolk we know him as the Shuck. His claw marks can still be seen on church doors…
#PhantomsFriday
#PhantomsFriday
November 28, 2025 at 6:37 AM
The spectral black dog pads its way across international folklore. In Flanders Die Roden Ogen, in Germany the Roggenwolf, in S America El Cadeho. Known by various names across the UK, in Suffolk we know him as the Shuck. His claw marks can still be seen on church doors…
#PhantomsFriday
#PhantomsFriday
Two blue-dark deer stood in the road, alerted.
They had happened onto my dimension
The moment I was arriving just there…
Roe deer
Ted Hughes
Always a pleasure to meet on a woodland walk…🦌
They had happened onto my dimension
The moment I was arriving just there…
Roe deer
Ted Hughes
Always a pleasure to meet on a woodland walk…🦌
November 27, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Two blue-dark deer stood in the road, alerted.
They had happened onto my dimension
The moment I was arriving just there…
Roe deer
Ted Hughes
Always a pleasure to meet on a woodland walk…🦌
They had happened onto my dimension
The moment I was arriving just there…
Roe deer
Ted Hughes
Always a pleasure to meet on a woodland walk…🦌
Beautiful. Reminds me of this- not in fact a Giacometti but piece of wood Jim Ede found after a storm and installed in Kettle’s Yard, Cambridge …
November 24, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Beautiful. Reminds me of this- not in fact a Giacometti but piece of wood Jim Ede found after a storm and installed in Kettle’s Yard, Cambridge …
Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in…
The Self Unseeing
Hardy 1901
Hardy celebrating his rural Brockhampton roots and one of my favourite poems❤️
#BookWormSat
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in…
The Self Unseeing
Hardy 1901
Hardy celebrating his rural Brockhampton roots and one of my favourite poems❤️
#BookWormSat
November 22, 2025 at 10:03 AM
Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in…
The Self Unseeing
Hardy 1901
Hardy celebrating his rural Brockhampton roots and one of my favourite poems❤️
#BookWormSat
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in…
The Self Unseeing
Hardy 1901
Hardy celebrating his rural Brockhampton roots and one of my favourite poems❤️
#BookWormSat
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -no dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease …
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!
November!
Thomas Hood
November 1844
#BookWormSat 🍂
No morn - no noon -no dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease …
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!
November!
Thomas Hood
November 1844
#BookWormSat 🍂
November 22, 2025 at 6:43 AM
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -no dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease …
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!
November!
Thomas Hood
November 1844
#BookWormSat 🍂
No morn - no noon -no dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease …
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!
November!
Thomas Hood
November 1844
#BookWormSat 🍂
September has flung a spray of rooks
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.
My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door…
Charles Causley
Seasons in North Cornwall
#BookWormSat 🍂
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.
My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door…
Charles Causley
Seasons in North Cornwall
#BookWormSat 🍂
November 22, 2025 at 6:35 AM
September has flung a spray of rooks
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.
My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door…
Charles Causley
Seasons in North Cornwall
#BookWormSat 🍂
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.
My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door…
Charles Causley
Seasons in North Cornwall
#BookWormSat 🍂
According to legend, at the battle of Gruinard on Islay in 1598, a fighter offered his services to both sides in turn, later killing the leader who had rejected him with an elf-bolt. The fighter was the Dubh Sith, or Black Elf.
Spurn supernatural help at your peril…
#PhantomsFriday
Spurn supernatural help at your peril…
#PhantomsFriday
November 21, 2025 at 6:26 AM
According to legend, at the battle of Gruinard on Islay in 1598, a fighter offered his services to both sides in turn, later killing the leader who had rejected him with an elf-bolt. The fighter was the Dubh Sith, or Black Elf.
Spurn supernatural help at your peril…
#PhantomsFriday
Spurn supernatural help at your peril…
#PhantomsFriday
Byron! So many tales- one of my favourites is the bear he kept at Trinity…
November 20, 2025 at 2:37 PM
Byron! So many tales- one of my favourites is the bear he kept at Trinity…
Calling upon the ancient powers of healing for you
November 18, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Calling upon the ancient powers of healing for you
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’
Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
#BookwormSat
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’
Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
#BookwormSat
November 15, 2025 at 5:32 AM
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’
Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
#BookwormSat
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’
Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
#BookwormSat
They shaped him in her arms at last
A mother-naked man;
She cast her mantle over him,
And sae her love she wan.
Up then spak’ the Queen o’ Fairies, Out o’ a bush o’ broom, “She that has borrow’d young Tam Lin Has gotten a stately groom.”
Tam Lin
Border ballad 1549-
BookWormSat 📚💙
Up then spak’ the Queen o’ Fairies, Out o’ a bush o’ broom, “She that has borrow’d young Tam Lin Has gotten a stately groom.”
Tam Lin
Border ballad 1549-
BookWormSat 📚💙
November 15, 2025 at 5:29 AM
They shaped him in her arms at last
A mother-naked man;
She cast her mantle over him,
And sae her love she wan.
Up then spak’ the Queen o’ Fairies, Out o’ a bush o’ broom, “She that has borrow’d young Tam Lin Has gotten a stately groom.”
Tam Lin
Border ballad 1549-
BookWormSat 📚💙
Up then spak’ the Queen o’ Fairies, Out o’ a bush o’ broom, “She that has borrow’d young Tam Lin Has gotten a stately groom.”
Tam Lin
Border ballad 1549-
BookWormSat 📚💙
She was indeed. Nero’s Golden House- Domus Aurea- occupied the site where the Colosseum now stands… it’s a spot rich in history- and legend
November 14, 2025 at 12:56 PM
She was indeed. Nero’s Golden House- Domus Aurea- occupied the site where the Colosseum now stands… it’s a spot rich in history- and legend
#PhantomsFriday The Flavian Amphitheater or Colosseum is associated with the ghost of Valeria Messalina, wife of Emperor Claudius. Local legends suggest her restless spirit wanders the area searching for a lover…
November 14, 2025 at 5:59 AM
#PhantomsFriday The Flavian Amphitheater or Colosseum is associated with the ghost of Valeria Messalina, wife of Emperor Claudius. Local legends suggest her restless spirit wanders the area searching for a lover…
For #MosaicMonday a detail from one of the surviving mosaic floors in the Domus Aurea, the Golden House of Nero…
November 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM
For #MosaicMonday a detail from one of the surviving mosaic floors in the Domus Aurea, the Golden House of Nero…
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle …
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Nash
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Nash
November 8, 2025 at 5:37 AM
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle …
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Nash
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Nash
East Suffolk is host to many Shucks, phantom hounds who bring a warning of immediate death to those who behold them.One is said to haunt two bridges over a stream in Mill Road, in the little village of Wisset, waiting for those who try to cross the water 🐾 #PhantomsFriday
November 7, 2025 at 7:44 AM
East Suffolk is host to many Shucks, phantom hounds who bring a warning of immediate death to those who behold them.One is said to haunt two bridges over a stream in Mill Road, in the little village of Wisset, waiting for those who try to cross the water 🐾 #PhantomsFriday
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabel Lee
Poe 1849
#BookWormSat
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabel Lee
Poe 1849
#BookWormSat
November 1, 2025 at 8:15 AM
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabel Lee
Poe 1849
#BookWormSat
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabel Lee
Poe 1849
#BookWormSat
Ah- this is pre-Raphaelite John Collier 1850-1934- of course there’s also John Collier 1901-80
Both interesting explorers of weird…
Both interesting explorers of weird…
October 31, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Ah- this is pre-Raphaelite John Collier 1850-1934- of course there’s also John Collier 1901-80
Both interesting explorers of weird…
Both interesting explorers of weird…
For #PhantomsFriday John Collier’s All Hallows Eve, 1895. The painting seems to reference folk traditions where gazing into a candlelit mirror at Halloween will show past or future loves… 🎃
October 31, 2025 at 6:46 AM
For #PhantomsFriday John Collier’s All Hallows Eve, 1895. The painting seems to reference folk traditions where gazing into a candlelit mirror at Halloween will show past or future loves… 🎃
And The Stone Tape- brilliant…
October 29, 2025 at 6:05 PM
And The Stone Tape- brilliant…
And I believe that is the crown which the people mean when they say that one has been dug up. …There was the second crown …
And up beyond these two, they say, lies the third.
Do they say where it is?
Yes, indeed, they do, but they don't tell…
M R James
A Warning to the Curious 1925
#BookWormSat 📚💙
And up beyond these two, they say, lies the third.
Do they say where it is?
Yes, indeed, they do, but they don't tell…
M R James
A Warning to the Curious 1925
#BookWormSat 📚💙
October 25, 2025 at 4:37 AM
And I believe that is the crown which the people mean when they say that one has been dug up. …There was the second crown …
And up beyond these two, they say, lies the third.
Do they say where it is?
Yes, indeed, they do, but they don't tell…
M R James
A Warning to the Curious 1925
#BookWormSat 📚💙
And up beyond these two, they say, lies the third.
Do they say where it is?
Yes, indeed, they do, but they don't tell…
M R James
A Warning to the Curious 1925
#BookWormSat 📚💙
There was something between them.
There was everything.
Henry James 1898
The Turn of the Screw
#BookWormSat 💙📚
🖼️ still from The Innocents, 1961
There was everything.
Henry James 1898
The Turn of the Screw
#BookWormSat 💙📚
🖼️ still from The Innocents, 1961
October 25, 2025 at 4:13 AM
There was something between them.
There was everything.
Henry James 1898
The Turn of the Screw
#BookWormSat 💙📚
🖼️ still from The Innocents, 1961
There was everything.
Henry James 1898
The Turn of the Screw
#BookWormSat 💙📚
🖼️ still from The Innocents, 1961
Pre Reformation, there was widespread belief that spirits could return from the dead. After, the official line was that souls did not return to the physical world until Judgement Day.
Old beliefs die hard in Suffolk, where a grey lady walks the ruins of the abbey at Bury St Edmunds…
#PhantomsFriday
Old beliefs die hard in Suffolk, where a grey lady walks the ruins of the abbey at Bury St Edmunds…
#PhantomsFriday
October 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Pre Reformation, there was widespread belief that spirits could return from the dead. After, the official line was that souls did not return to the physical world until Judgement Day.
Old beliefs die hard in Suffolk, where a grey lady walks the ruins of the abbey at Bury St Edmunds…
#PhantomsFriday
Old beliefs die hard in Suffolk, where a grey lady walks the ruins of the abbey at Bury St Edmunds…
#PhantomsFriday
For #AdoorableThursday the door to Narnia - C S Lewis’s house in Headington.
October 23, 2025 at 12:48 PM
For #AdoorableThursday the door to Narnia - C S Lewis’s house in Headington.
That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
October 18, 2025 at 5:40 AM
That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901