"Don't be sad because they've gone, be happy because they lived" - Sky Blue Neil
A Beautiful Send off to Shane MacGowan ☘️๐ฎ๐ช
BAT AND MAGGIE WISH YOU A HAPPY HALLOWEEN ๐๐ค๐งก๐๐พ๐พ๐๐งก๐พ๐พ๐๐งก๐ค๐
BAT ๐
BAT AND MAGGIE ๐
★★★★SALEM ★★★★ 2023
Handmade Original
Measures 10 x 8
Material : Acrylic Painting
Signed and Dated
~Artist retains copyright ownership and all reproduction rights to the artwork.
©AnnabelleandM
I couldn't sleep but I remembered my dream... Salem returned.
Here is a spooky cute poem by
Ian Serraillier,
"Ian Serraillier was an English novelist and poet. He retold legends from England, Greece and Rome and was best known for his children's books, especially The Silver Sword, a wartime adventure story that the BBC adapted for television in 1957 and again in 1971." ~ Wikipedia
‘The Visitor’, by Ian Serraillier
A crumbling churchyard, the sea, and the moon; The waves had gouged out grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone...
He saw a skeleton on the ground; A ring on a bony finger he found.
He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring. “Oh, where did you get it?” He said not a thing.
“It’s the loveliest ring in the world,” she said,
As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.
At midnight they woke. In the dark outside, “Give me my ring!” a chill voice cried.
“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”
“I’m coming!” A skeleton opened the door. “Give me my ring!” It was crossing the floor.
“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”
“I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed.” The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.
It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air: “I’ll drag you out of bed by the hair!”
“What was that, William? What did it say?”
“Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!”
She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill, Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill, Fainter... and fainter... Then all was still.
★★★★Salem was one of our rescues, a very special cat who had a sixth sense I'm sure.★★★★
ORIGINAL PAINTING ON SALE HERE:
A Ghost's garden at midnight: unkept, purposely, for a garden planted by human, supernatural, the birds and the bees was the best garden to have. Its wild beauty was unmatched by any other properly maintained garden specimen. Florence loved it that way, and so did his visitors who came.
On hot summer nights, Florence's favorite thing to do was to stroll barefoot in the garden and breathe in the flower's sweet perfume. Every once in a while, clover magically appears between his toes. Florence was amused by how the clover always wanted to dress his feet.
"I look around me, and, lo! On every visage, a black veil! Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,---call it which you will,--- is a book... "