Heeding only the wild wind's call,
this way and that she ran.
'Til silently the dark woods enfolded all around.
Caught in The Governessa's grasp, this little one.
Led by icy hand, down and down...
There, deep under the Willow and darkly cocooned, the Ghastly one has her.
"Dear Ethel Eldritch, to where will you run?"
amazing...
ReplyDeleteLove the doll and her story!!
ReplyDeleteOh dear! She is so so delicate.
ReplyDeleteI fancy one day to keep one of these lovely creatures in a breast pocket for long adventures.
Melanie, dearest, does poor Ethel have hope of deliverance from her dark and dangerous place? Do any of us? Do I sniff a personal subtext?
ReplyDeleteThank you at the attic and Georgina!
ReplyDeleteOh Nicomi, these tiny ones do love their wanderings!!!
;) I'm sure there's subtext in them all somewhere... I'll leave you wondering about her fate!
Dearest (fantastic & darling & brave) Ethel Eldritch ~ I've hung all of my best thoughts & wishes out for you on a long branch where hummingbirds rest their wings and wait for you to join them if ever you do escape - & how I hope you will - and soon! XO & love!
ReplyDeleteDear Shayna, I've whispered your wishes down the branches of the willow and I'm sure you've lifted our little captive's spirits ;) XXX
ReplyDeleteSweetest Melanie~ am so happy to hear this news! Sending you smiling thoughts on this last day of August eve ... XO
ReplyDeleteWhy the sudden vogue for covering noses with scarves?
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
ReplyDeleteyes...tell me... to where?
ReplyDeleteWe are longing to know . . .x
ReplyDeleteWow, love your work, can't wait to see more stories. I've wanted to do something like this with my dolls for ages :)
ReplyDeleteShe is so adorable and look at her little hooves. Oh dear what will she do...maybe a swift kick to the Ghastly one with those little hooves may set her free.
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