Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Little Norbyrt





 In dreams, he was the Little Match Girl, spending hour after mesmerising hour in front of fancy, colourful windows on perishingly cold evenings.




Accepting of this cruel fate and waiting for the warm embrace of Grandmama.



 
 Grandmama, did not however, pull him tenderly into her warm breast when the chill found him.




  It was the Governessa's icy fingers, that grasped this little one, and took him down among the willow roots to join her brood.




And hence, the fate of that sorrowful Little Norbyrt, was sealed one chilly winters eve.






15 comments:

Athena said...

Oh, how sad! He looks so forlorn and cold.

drend said...

AAha!heartbreak!DD'x poor little norbyrt! <3

Pabkins said...

oh he is so precious!!

at-the-attic said...

awesome!!!

JJ Beazley said...

Not many Fairy Godmothers and princes with glinty teeth in your stories are there, Mel?

Christine said...

Superb doll and images to boot!! Hope all is well Melanie:)

..so so darling this doll<3

OddPrincessDolls said...

I love him

Anthropomorphica said...

Norbyrt is much warmed by all of your kind comments, thank you very much!
For Jeff and Athena, I'm afraid I have been experiencing an especially cruel streak of late, ok, perhaps not especially so....

Drend, welcome to my world thank you for your past comment too!

Lovely to see you again Pabkins,Alicja and Christine ( thank you, all's well in an unhinged kind of way!)

Odd Princess, thank you, I love your dolls by the way!!!!!

illustration poetry said...

always a pleasure to visit your blog :)

hugs to Little Norbyrt xxoo

ruthie said...

dear wee Norbyrt he does look so very sad x

JJ Beazley said...

Often meant to say, Mel. Your little folk do have such splendid names.

Poetry Dolls said...

Poor little Norbyrt, I hope a change comes for you in the Spring. A warmer place perhaps ;)
Just wonderful work. Love them all.

Evelyn Santiago said...

Oh poor little Norbyrt, he is too precious! May his little nights be full of the warmth I'm sending his way. Melanie it has been way to long since my last visit. I can't believe all that I have missed. Warmest wishes,Evelyn

Shayna Prentice said...

Dearheart Norbyrt brings a poignant tear to my eye, Melanie ... I wish I could save him from his cruel fate and nest him inside my hair ... let's you and I send him some of our inner dancer's sparks, then he'll know he is never alone. Melanie ~ you are a brilliant teller of magical worlds and doll maker sublime. xo

Shayna Prentice said...

p.s.
I adore the new look of your weblog ~.~