Signe Maene
@signemaene.com
Belgian writer of stories inspired by Flemish folklore. Loves spooky woods, fairies, selkies, poetry and pretty shoes :-) BookWormSat with Rachel Deering.🖤 OUT NOW: Flemish Folktales Retold. signemaene.com/links/
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Signe Maene
@signemaene.com
· Oct 15
The witches of Flanders are everywhere. Their tales may be forgotten, their voices unheard, but they are anything but quiet.
Step into the darkness and help us give a voice to Flanders' witches! 🌙 kck.st/492NqKt 🌙 #WyrdWednesday
Step into the darkness and help us give a voice to Flanders' witches! 🌙 kck.st/492NqKt 🌙 #WyrdWednesday
'Then they came to another grove of trees, where all the leaves were of gold; and afterwards to a third, where the leaves were all glittering diamonds.'
-The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Brothers Grimm.
🎨Errol Le Cain
-The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Brothers Grimm.
🎨Errol Le Cain
January 27, 2026 at 10:05 AM
'Then they came to another grove of trees, where all the leaves were of gold; and afterwards to a third, where the leaves were all glittering diamonds.'
-The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Brothers Grimm.
🎨Errol Le Cain
-The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Brothers Grimm.
🎨Errol Le Cain
A Dreamy Girl With A Picture Book On Her Lap, Constantin Meunier (1831-1905).
January 27, 2026 at 10:00 AM
A Dreamy Girl With A Picture Book On Her Lap, Constantin Meunier (1831-1905).
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“But when the first light of morning comes, the troll-bird ruffles its feathers and lets its wild song echo across the lonely wilderness, full of strange and wondrous stories.
Then the wood grouse plays.”
🎨&✍🏻 Theodor Kittelsen
Then the wood grouse plays.”
🎨&✍🏻 Theodor Kittelsen
January 26, 2026 at 7:00 PM
“But when the first light of morning comes, the troll-bird ruffles its feathers and lets its wild song echo across the lonely wilderness, full of strange and wondrous stories.
Then the wood grouse plays.”
🎨&✍🏻 Theodor Kittelsen
Then the wood grouse plays.”
🎨&✍🏻 Theodor Kittelsen
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From Bumper the White Rabbit, George Ethelbert Walsh, illustr. Edwin John Prittie, 1922.
January 27, 2026 at 7:07 AM
From Bumper the White Rabbit, George Ethelbert Walsh, illustr. Edwin John Prittie, 1922.
Landscape, Clément De Porre (1874-1947).
January 27, 2026 at 9:48 AM
Landscape, Clément De Porre (1874-1947).
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In old Wagria, ironically called Holstein Switzerland today because of the hills and woods, there is a huge lake. Plöner See. And in the Plöner See is a spot that does not freeze in Winter, they say... water folk used to live there once…
Read more in our 20th #winterfolklore tale ⬇️
🎨 Le Rolland
Read more in our 20th #winterfolklore tale ⬇️
🎨 Le Rolland
January 27, 2026 at 6:18 AM
In old Wagria, ironically called Holstein Switzerland today because of the hills and woods, there is a huge lake. Plöner See. And in the Plöner See is a spot that does not freeze in Winter, they say... water folk used to live there once…
Read more in our 20th #winterfolklore tale ⬇️
🎨 Le Rolland
Read more in our 20th #winterfolklore tale ⬇️
🎨 Le Rolland
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‘A wanton wenche vppon a colde daye
With Snowe balles prouoked me to playe:
But theis snowe balles soe hette my desyer
That I maye calle them balles of wylde fyer.’ ~ Of A Snow Balle, Nicolas Bacon.
🖼️ December, the Book of Hours of Adélaïde de Savoie (Musée Condé 78, fol. 12v), c. 1460-1465.
With Snowe balles prouoked me to playe:
But theis snowe balles soe hette my desyer
That I maye calle them balles of wylde fyer.’ ~ Of A Snow Balle, Nicolas Bacon.
🖼️ December, the Book of Hours of Adélaïde de Savoie (Musée Condé 78, fol. 12v), c. 1460-1465.
January 27, 2026 at 7:42 AM
‘A wanton wenche vppon a colde daye
With Snowe balles prouoked me to playe:
But theis snowe balles soe hette my desyer
That I maye calle them balles of wylde fyer.’ ~ Of A Snow Balle, Nicolas Bacon.
🖼️ December, the Book of Hours of Adélaïde de Savoie (Musée Condé 78, fol. 12v), c. 1460-1465.
With Snowe balles prouoked me to playe:
But theis snowe balles soe hette my desyer
That I maye calle them balles of wylde fyer.’ ~ Of A Snow Balle, Nicolas Bacon.
🖼️ December, the Book of Hours of Adélaïde de Savoie (Musée Condé 78, fol. 12v), c. 1460-1465.
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January 26, 2026 at 9:00 AM
A lovely creauture in the Tiled Room, Couven Museum, Aachen.
January 26, 2026 at 9:00 AM
A lovely creauture in the Tiled Room, Couven Museum, Aachen.
Cat in the Tiled Room, Couven Museum, Aachen.
January 26, 2026 at 8:56 AM
Cat in the Tiled Room, Couven Museum, Aachen.
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Badger, vintage illustration.
January 26, 2026 at 4:36 AM
Badger, vintage illustration.
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Keeping the final proofread real with mead, profanity, and extreme weather.
In other words, Children of Tax and Tea will be sent for a physical proof very soon! Nothing like sharing a snowstorm with a maniacal Lindisfarne raider and a local beverage. Illustration by @barbarianlord.bsky.social!
In other words, Children of Tax and Tea will be sent for a physical proof very soon! Nothing like sharing a snowstorm with a maniacal Lindisfarne raider and a local beverage. Illustration by @barbarianlord.bsky.social!
January 26, 2026 at 1:57 AM
Keeping the final proofread real with mead, profanity, and extreme weather.
In other words, Children of Tax and Tea will be sent for a physical proof very soon! Nothing like sharing a snowstorm with a maniacal Lindisfarne raider and a local beverage. Illustration by @barbarianlord.bsky.social!
In other words, Children of Tax and Tea will be sent for a physical proof very soon! Nothing like sharing a snowstorm with a maniacal Lindisfarne raider and a local beverage. Illustration by @barbarianlord.bsky.social!
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Hare, Edge Of The Silver Dawn, Catherine Hyde.
January 26, 2026 at 5:08 AM
Hare, Edge Of The Silver Dawn, Catherine Hyde.
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A week until Candlemas when our last #winterfolklore tale will be told.
I’ve a set of similar stories prepared for spring – but do you want so see in February?
Golden Age of Illustration? Picturesque darkness in oil from the long 19th century? Just assorted melancholy?
Tell me in the comments!
I’ve a set of similar stories prepared for spring – but do you want so see in February?
Golden Age of Illustration? Picturesque darkness in oil from the long 19th century? Just assorted melancholy?
Tell me in the comments!
January 26, 2026 at 6:58 AM
A week until Candlemas when our last #winterfolklore tale will be told.
I’ve a set of similar stories prepared for spring – but do you want so see in February?
Golden Age of Illustration? Picturesque darkness in oil from the long 19th century? Just assorted melancholy?
Tell me in the comments!
I’ve a set of similar stories prepared for spring – but do you want so see in February?
Golden Age of Illustration? Picturesque darkness in oil from the long 19th century? Just assorted melancholy?
Tell me in the comments!
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“Their skulls are made of lead,
that’s why they do not weep.
With patent leather souls
they’re coming down the street.”
(Federico García Lorca “Romance de la Guardia Civil Española”)
🎨 Jesús Gabán
that’s why they do not weep.
With patent leather souls
they’re coming down the street.”
(Federico García Lorca “Romance de la Guardia Civil Española”)
🎨 Jesús Gabán
January 25, 2026 at 11:00 AM
“Their skulls are made of lead,
that’s why they do not weep.
With patent leather souls
they’re coming down the street.”
(Federico García Lorca “Romance de la Guardia Civil Española”)
🎨 Jesús Gabán
that’s why they do not weep.
With patent leather souls
they’re coming down the street.”
(Federico García Lorca “Romance de la Guardia Civil Española”)
🎨 Jesús Gabán
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‘Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gawze and lace;
Tho’ faith, I fear ye dine but sparely,
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepan, blastet wonner,
Detested, shunn’d, by saunt an’ sinner’ ~ Robert Burns ~ To A Louse.
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gawze and lace;
Tho’ faith, I fear ye dine but sparely,
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepan, blastet wonner,
Detested, shunn’d, by saunt an’ sinner’ ~ Robert Burns ~ To A Louse.
January 25, 2026 at 8:22 AM
‘Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gawze and lace;
Tho’ faith, I fear ye dine but sparely,
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepan, blastet wonner,
Detested, shunn’d, by saunt an’ sinner’ ~ Robert Burns ~ To A Louse.
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gawze and lace;
Tho’ faith, I fear ye dine but sparely,
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepan, blastet wonner,
Detested, shunn’d, by saunt an’ sinner’ ~ Robert Burns ~ To A Louse.
Both of us were wondering what the other one was doing there.
January 25, 2026 at 8:35 PM
Both of us were wondering what the other one was doing there.
'Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone'
-Lord Tennyson
🎨Valentine Cameron Prinsep
#BookWormSat
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone'
-Lord Tennyson
🎨Valentine Cameron Prinsep
#BookWormSat
January 24, 2026 at 9:39 AM
'Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone'
-Lord Tennyson
🎨Valentine Cameron Prinsep
#BookWormSat
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone'
-Lord Tennyson
🎨Valentine Cameron Prinsep
#BookWormSat
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‘Ivy held prior place in this lost garden, the long strands crept across the lawns, and soon would encroach upon the house itself.’ ~ Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of landscape architect, Leonard Springer with Gardens in Literature.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of landscape architect, Leonard Springer with Gardens in Literature.
January 23, 2026 at 11:06 AM
‘Ivy held prior place in this lost garden, the long strands crept across the lawns, and soon would encroach upon the house itself.’ ~ Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of landscape architect, Leonard Springer with Gardens in Literature.
This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of landscape architect, Leonard Springer with Gardens in Literature.
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“I saw that the garden had obeyed the jungle law, even as the woods had done. The rhododendrons stood fifty feet high, twisted and entwined with bracken, and they had entered into alien marriage with a host of nameless shrubs”
(Daphne du Maurier)
#bookwormsat
(Daphne du Maurier)
#bookwormsat
January 24, 2026 at 9:00 AM
“I saw that the garden had obeyed the jungle law, even as the woods had done. The rhododendrons stood fifty feet high, twisted and entwined with bracken, and they had entered into alien marriage with a host of nameless shrubs”
(Daphne du Maurier)
#bookwormsat
(Daphne du Maurier)
#bookwormsat
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But none ever trembled and panted with bliss
In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,
As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
– P. B. Shelley, 'The Sensitive Plant' 1820
#BookWormSat
#illustration by Charles Robinson 1911
In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,
As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
– P. B. Shelley, 'The Sensitive Plant' 1820
#BookWormSat
#illustration by Charles Robinson 1911
January 24, 2026 at 7:09 AM
But none ever trembled and panted with bliss
In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,
As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
– P. B. Shelley, 'The Sensitive Plant' 1820
#BookWormSat
#illustration by Charles Robinson 1911
In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,
As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
– P. B. Shelley, 'The Sensitive Plant' 1820
#BookWormSat
#illustration by Charles Robinson 1911
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Blake’s
I went to the garden of love, with his own illustration, from
Songs of Experience, 1794.
#BookWormSat
I went to the garden of love, with his own illustration, from
Songs of Experience, 1794.
#BookWormSat
January 24, 2026 at 6:55 AM
Blake’s
I went to the garden of love, with his own illustration, from
Songs of Experience, 1794.
#BookWormSat
I went to the garden of love, with his own illustration, from
Songs of Experience, 1794.
#BookWormSat
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‘O Tiger-lily,’ said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, ‘I wish you could talk!’
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’ ~ Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat
🖼️ Tenniel
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’ ~ Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat
🖼️ Tenniel
January 24, 2026 at 5:36 AM
‘O Tiger-lily,’ said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, ‘I wish you could talk!’
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’ ~ Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat
🖼️ Tenniel
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’ ~ Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat
🖼️ Tenniel
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“However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.”
🌸Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden🐞
🎨Charles Robinson (1914) #BookWormSat
🌸Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden🐞
🎨Charles Robinson (1914) #BookWormSat
January 23, 2026 at 9:50 PM
“However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.”
🌸Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden🐞
🎨Charles Robinson (1914) #BookWormSat
🌸Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden🐞
🎨Charles Robinson (1914) #BookWormSat
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'And if the roses in your garden sang a weird song, you would go mad.'
-Arthur Machen
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!🌹
🎨Edward Burne-Jones (detail)
-Arthur Machen
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!🌹
🎨Edward Burne-Jones (detail)
January 24, 2026 at 9:21 AM
'And if the roses in your garden sang a weird song, you would go mad.'
-Arthur Machen
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!🌹
🎨Edward Burne-Jones (detail)
-Arthur Machen
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!🌹
🎨Edward Burne-Jones (detail)