Friday, 18 October 2013


Her name is Irish Gaelic for Hedgehog, it was believed that witches took on this prickly form to suckle milk from cows. Literally, Gráinneog means 'the ugly one' or 'horrible one.' Not that this dear one is either but she does despair of the bristling spines that tear her pretty dress and tangle her hair...


Wednesday, 16 October 2013

A Girl Called Weasel

An ungainly creature, no longer sharp of tooth, she tries so hard to be a 'young lady' but her claws still scratch the parquet flooring.

Sunday, 13 October 2013

Autumn's Child Of Tail And Claw

There was a girl once, she sharpened her claws on trees and ran though field and forest as fast as the wind. When the sun started to drop and tea-time came around she would sigh, hide her bushy tail under a silken frock and claws inside lace gloves...

Friday, 10 May 2013

The Girl With The Bear Paw

She bent down to examine, more closely, the earthworm trodden flat into the dirt. The girl with the bear paw recoiled, ever so slightly, when once she would have extended a claw and scraped it up to sniff.
Distracted by the strange sight of the newly soft and pale flesh of her left hand, she furrowed her brow and tried to remember. When and how had she lost that soft, dark fur and those useful claws?
As she straightened up, tiny clumps of fur from her remaining paw, started to fall as silently and softly as an early winter's snow.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

The Sheep Sisters

Walking through the woods, elder scolding the younger, who after stamping her feet becomes distracted by a glade of bluebells and off she scampers.

The elder knows well not to leave the path for wild teeth and claws live amongst the rocks and roots so she calls and bleats for her wayward siblings return. However, little sister is having so much fun dancing and picking flowers, that even her cautious elder sister finds she silences her own counsel, tucks it behind a plump pillow far away from her ears and joins her.

 After much merry making they sit down to picnic and rest awhile but soon the sun drops behind the trees and in the air grows a chill. They decide to head back to the path but in the fading light mistake one trail for another, the one that will lead them further and further into the woods.

Our dear elder starts to fret as unfamiliar scents close in around her nose and throat, they are lost and as night draws near, they have no choice but to find a spot to rest until daybreak...

Knowing more of the world than her rambunctious sprite of a sister, she admits to herself that this does not bode well and so she peers warily through the trees but can see nothing beyond the brambles that line their path.

 The younger wrinkles her nose at a strange breeze and skips on.

Two yellow eyes, as yet unseen, fix on the sisters...

The Governessa collects their tiny bones and sings her melancholy song until at last she finds these two lost souls and secretes them safely away under the roots of the old willow.

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

The Becoming of Hilde Of Mossenbone




Under the red moon you'll find her, near the crossing ways of the withered woods in which she lives.  Draped in raggedy threads adorned with bone, twig and thorn, dear Hilde feasts on wormwood and woodlouse foraged from the forest floor. 

Long bony fingers dig deep to reveal... she never shies away from what lies decaying on the damp, dark earth buried under leaf litter and snail silver. 

Exhaling her quiet song through the hollow of an old bone she wanders the woods as silent as the gathering mist, eyes gleaming like midnight pools in the darkest hour of night.

 Hilde Of Mossenbone is a solitary soul and has emerged from the song of the wild woods, born of dirt, leaf, fungi and moss covered bones. 

A mouse skull, tiny twig and thorn adorn her skirts of hand dyed muslin, vintage silk, felted wool and a bustle of moss. 

 Hers is a bodice of swan feathers,

etched on her throat is a waning crescent moon as red as blood, 

 down her sinewy spine trails a sickle shaped bone on dark red thread. 

Friday, 1 February 2013

The Adventures Of Millpond Mildred

On we go to our dear Millpond Mildred's latest adventure, she has landed somewhat on her feet by being taken in by a delightful witch from Louisiana, as you can imagine there is swamp galore for this little water rat, so all's well that ends well. Although I know you don't believe that sentiment coming from me, ahem. Anyway marching on, Mildred has also been seen in the rather wonderfully glossy pages of Art Doll Quarterly magazine, out today actually! So here I reveal her  to you in all her fame and glory, do hope it doesn't go to her head...