Folklore Twitcher
@folkloretwitcher.bsky.social
Random views myne owne. Canadian. Seeker of #Hiraeth. Mother of a resting Cello-wing Daughter. A latter-day OOwl fancier (with a good dose of Wren-fancying too). MA in Folklore Studies. #KDrama Addict. Learning 中文. Spins woolly yarns & story threads
The Long Road Home
✍️ Annie Wilson
(with thanks to Daily Haiku, Facebook)
✍️ Annie Wilson
(with thanks to Daily Haiku, Facebook)
November 16, 2025 at 10:41 AM
The Long Road Home
✍️ Annie Wilson
(with thanks to Daily Haiku, Facebook)
✍️ Annie Wilson
(with thanks to Daily Haiku, Facebook)
Passed by a house this evening .... Oh my, looks like there's a mutiny about to happen!
November 15, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Passed by a house this evening .... Oh my, looks like there's a mutiny about to happen!
“Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.”
✍️ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
#BookWormSat
✍️ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
#BookWormSat
November 15, 2025 at 11:54 AM
“Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.”
✍️ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
#BookWormSat
✍️ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
#BookWormSat
“O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . .
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.”
✍️William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
#BookWormSat
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.”
✍️William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
#BookWormSat
November 15, 2025 at 11:43 AM
“O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . .
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.”
✍️William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
#BookWormSat
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.”
✍️William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
#BookWormSat
📚 from Neil Philip's collection of The Penguin Book of English Folktales published in 1992 - this tale originates from Suffolk. Similar to Rumplestiltskin from Grimms.
November 14, 2025 at 8:42 PM
📚 from Neil Philip's collection of The Penguin Book of English Folktales published in 1992 - this tale originates from Suffolk. Similar to Rumplestiltskin from Grimms.
.. says she, a pointin' of her finger at it,
Nimmy nimmy not
Yar name's Tom Tit Tot
Well, when that hard her, that shruck awful, an' awa' flew into the dark, an' she niver saw it noo more.
✍️Lady Eveline Camilla Gurdon, Tom Tit Tot, Suffolk (County Folklore: Printed Ex. No: 2) 1893 #BookWormSat
Nimmy nimmy not
Yar name's Tom Tit Tot
Well, when that hard her, that shruck awful, an' awa' flew into the dark, an' she niver saw it noo more.
✍️Lady Eveline Camilla Gurdon, Tom Tit Tot, Suffolk (County Folklore: Printed Ex. No: 2) 1893 #BookWormSat
November 14, 2025 at 8:42 PM
.. says she, a pointin' of her finger at it,
Nimmy nimmy not
Yar name's Tom Tit Tot
Well, when that hard her, that shruck awful, an' awa' flew into the dark, an' she niver saw it noo more.
✍️Lady Eveline Camilla Gurdon, Tom Tit Tot, Suffolk (County Folklore: Printed Ex. No: 2) 1893 #BookWormSat
Nimmy nimmy not
Yar name's Tom Tit Tot
Well, when that hard her, that shruck awful, an' awa' flew into the dark, an' she niver saw it noo more.
✍️Lady Eveline Camilla Gurdon, Tom Tit Tot, Suffolk (County Folklore: Printed Ex. No: 2) 1893 #BookWormSat
🧚A story from Eddie Linehan's collection, "Meeting The Other Crowd - The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland"
November 14, 2025 at 8:18 PM
🧚A story from Eddie Linehan's collection, "Meeting The Other Crowd - The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland"
"There was story too, about women that use to be up all night spinning an' a certain woman knocking at the door an' coming in - she was a fairy woman. Ah, she spun mad all night. She came to help 'em. I don't know why."
✍️Eddie Linehan, The Fairies Repay a Favour
#BookWormSat
✍️Eddie Linehan, The Fairies Repay a Favour
#BookWormSat
November 14, 2025 at 8:18 PM
"There was story too, about women that use to be up all night spinning an' a certain woman knocking at the door an' coming in - she was a fairy woman. Ah, she spun mad all night. She came to help 'em. I don't know why."
✍️Eddie Linehan, The Fairies Repay a Favour
#BookWormSat
✍️Eddie Linehan, The Fairies Repay a Favour
#BookWormSat
Battledore and shuttlecock or jeu de volant was an earlier version of badminton. Played with two rackets and a shuttlecock, the object was for the players to hit the shuttlecock towards each other without letting it fall to the ground. #FolkloreThursday
November 13, 2025 at 5:04 PM
Battledore and shuttlecock or jeu de volant was an earlier version of badminton. Played with two rackets and a shuttlecock, the object was for the players to hit the shuttlecock towards each other without letting it fall to the ground. #FolkloreThursday
Translator: Sonja Musser Golladay
November 13, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Translator: Sonja Musser Golladay
In 1283, Alphonso X of Castile commissioned the Libro de los Juegos (Book of Games); a treatise on the games of chess, dice and tables (early backgammon) based on Arabic works. Regarded as "the greatest source of information on board games ever compiled during the Middle Ages." #FolkloreThursday
November 13, 2025 at 2:05 PM
In 1283, Alphonso X of Castile commissioned the Libro de los Juegos (Book of Games); a treatise on the games of chess, dice and tables (early backgammon) based on Arabic works. Regarded as "the greatest source of information on board games ever compiled during the Middle Ages." #FolkloreThursday
The medieval board game of Jeu de Dames is one of strategy (in Eng k/as checkers or draughts). The goal is to win by capturing the pieces or tokens played. In renaissance art, the game was depicted as a love motif as women and men play against each other.
#FolkloreThursday🎨 Max Silbert (1930)
#FolkloreThursday🎨 Max Silbert (1930)
November 13, 2025 at 1:30 PM
The medieval board game of Jeu de Dames is one of strategy (in Eng k/as checkers or draughts). The goal is to win by capturing the pieces or tokens played. In renaissance art, the game was depicted as a love motif as women and men play against each other.
#FolkloreThursday🎨 Max Silbert (1930)
#FolkloreThursday🎨 Max Silbert (1930)
An expectant space .... between exhibitions at MAC (Midlands Arts Centre), Birmingham UK
November 9, 2025 at 9:56 AM
An expectant space .... between exhibitions at MAC (Midlands Arts Centre), Birmingham UK
Now there's a thought .... 👻
November 8, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Now there's a thought .... 👻
A flotilla of autumnal leaves ...
November 8, 2025 at 5:01 PM
A flotilla of autumnal leaves ...
He whinnied low as I passed by,
It was a pleading sort of cry;
His rider, slain ......
And he, without a guiding hand,
Had strayed out on the boggy land;
And, held there by the treacherous mire,
Lay exposed to shrapnel fire.
✍️ Lance-Corporal E.R. Henry, The Battery Horse
#BookWormSat
It was a pleading sort of cry;
His rider, slain ......
And he, without a guiding hand,
Had strayed out on the boggy land;
And, held there by the treacherous mire,
Lay exposed to shrapnel fire.
✍️ Lance-Corporal E.R. Henry, The Battery Horse
#BookWormSat
November 8, 2025 at 10:56 AM
He whinnied low as I passed by,
It was a pleading sort of cry;
His rider, slain ......
And he, without a guiding hand,
Had strayed out on the boggy land;
And, held there by the treacherous mire,
Lay exposed to shrapnel fire.
✍️ Lance-Corporal E.R. Henry, The Battery Horse
#BookWormSat
It was a pleading sort of cry;
His rider, slain ......
And he, without a guiding hand,
Had strayed out on the boggy land;
And, held there by the treacherous mire,
Lay exposed to shrapnel fire.
✍️ Lance-Corporal E.R. Henry, The Battery Horse
#BookWormSat
Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark!
Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-
Grand in his loneliness, his ecstasy,
His lyric wild and free – carols a lark.
I in the trench, he lost in heaven afar,...
✍️ Will Streets, A Lark Above the Trenches (1916)
#BookWormSat 🎨Zaira Dzhaubaeva
Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-
Grand in his loneliness, his ecstasy,
His lyric wild and free – carols a lark.
I in the trench, he lost in heaven afar,...
✍️ Will Streets, A Lark Above the Trenches (1916)
#BookWormSat 🎨Zaira Dzhaubaeva
November 8, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark!
Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-
Grand in his loneliness, his ecstasy,
His lyric wild and free – carols a lark.
I in the trench, he lost in heaven afar,...
✍️ Will Streets, A Lark Above the Trenches (1916)
#BookWormSat 🎨Zaira Dzhaubaeva
Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-
Grand in his loneliness, his ecstasy,
His lyric wild and free – carols a lark.
I in the trench, he lost in heaven afar,...
✍️ Will Streets, A Lark Above the Trenches (1916)
#BookWormSat 🎨Zaira Dzhaubaeva
"... The floors are slippery with blood:
The world gyrates too. God is good
That while His wind blows out the light
For those who hourly die for us –
We still can dance, each night."
✍️Edith Sitwell, The dancers
(During a Great Battle, 1916) #BookWormSat
The world gyrates too. God is good
That while His wind blows out the light
For those who hourly die for us –
We still can dance, each night."
✍️Edith Sitwell, The dancers
(During a Great Battle, 1916) #BookWormSat
November 7, 2025 at 10:19 PM
"... The floors are slippery with blood:
The world gyrates too. God is good
That while His wind blows out the light
For those who hourly die for us –
We still can dance, each night."
✍️Edith Sitwell, The dancers
(During a Great Battle, 1916) #BookWormSat
The world gyrates too. God is good
That while His wind blows out the light
For those who hourly die for us –
We still can dance, each night."
✍️Edith Sitwell, The dancers
(During a Great Battle, 1916) #BookWormSat
Their hands, their fingers
Are coarsened in munition factories.
Their thoughts, which should fly
Like bees among the sweetest mind flowers
Gaining nourishment for the thoughts to be,
Are bruised against the law,
‘Kill, kill’
✍️Mary Gabrielle Collins, "Women at Munition Making"
(1916) #BookWormSat
Are coarsened in munition factories.
Their thoughts, which should fly
Like bees among the sweetest mind flowers
Gaining nourishment for the thoughts to be,
Are bruised against the law,
‘Kill, kill’
✍️Mary Gabrielle Collins, "Women at Munition Making"
(1916) #BookWormSat
November 7, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Their hands, their fingers
Are coarsened in munition factories.
Their thoughts, which should fly
Like bees among the sweetest mind flowers
Gaining nourishment for the thoughts to be,
Are bruised against the law,
‘Kill, kill’
✍️Mary Gabrielle Collins, "Women at Munition Making"
(1916) #BookWormSat
Are coarsened in munition factories.
Their thoughts, which should fly
Like bees among the sweetest mind flowers
Gaining nourishment for the thoughts to be,
Are bruised against the law,
‘Kill, kill’
✍️Mary Gabrielle Collins, "Women at Munition Making"
(1916) #BookWormSat
These truly are the Free,
These souls that grandly rise
Above base dreams of vengeance for their wrongs,
Who march to war with visions in their eyes
Of Peace through Brotherhood, lifting glad songs,
Aforetime, while they front the firing line. ...
✒️Roscoe C. Jamison, The Negro Soldiers
#BookWormSat
These souls that grandly rise
Above base dreams of vengeance for their wrongs,
Who march to war with visions in their eyes
Of Peace through Brotherhood, lifting glad songs,
Aforetime, while they front the firing line. ...
✒️Roscoe C. Jamison, The Negro Soldiers
#BookWormSat
November 7, 2025 at 9:45 PM
These truly are the Free,
These souls that grandly rise
Above base dreams of vengeance for their wrongs,
Who march to war with visions in their eyes
Of Peace through Brotherhood, lifting glad songs,
Aforetime, while they front the firing line. ...
✒️Roscoe C. Jamison, The Negro Soldiers
#BookWormSat
These souls that grandly rise
Above base dreams of vengeance for their wrongs,
Who march to war with visions in their eyes
Of Peace through Brotherhood, lifting glad songs,
Aforetime, while they front the firing line. ...
✒️Roscoe C. Jamison, The Negro Soldiers
#BookWormSat
#Storyteller Tim Ralphs returns to #Lichfield Storytellers with "The Secret Commonwealth". Based on the work of the Rev Robert Kirk who wrote of the Fae and of the supernatural.
The King's Head
21 Bird St, Lichfield, WS13 6PW
Tues 11 Nov
7:30-22:00pm Tickets: £7
Link: wegottickets.com/event/681283
The King's Head
21 Bird St, Lichfield, WS13 6PW
Tues 11 Nov
7:30-22:00pm Tickets: £7
Link: wegottickets.com/event/681283
November 6, 2025 at 5:15 PM
#Storyteller Tim Ralphs returns to #Lichfield Storytellers with "The Secret Commonwealth". Based on the work of the Rev Robert Kirk who wrote of the Fae and of the supernatural.
The King's Head
21 Bird St, Lichfield, WS13 6PW
Tues 11 Nov
7:30-22:00pm Tickets: £7
Link: wegottickets.com/event/681283
The King's Head
21 Bird St, Lichfield, WS13 6PW
Tues 11 Nov
7:30-22:00pm Tickets: £7
Link: wegottickets.com/event/681283
"When the head of a family who keeps bees, dies it is usual ...to repair to the hives, and, gently tapping them, to say:
'Bees, bees awake! Your Master is dead!
And another you must take.' (Hants - 1810)
🎨The Widow by Charles Napier Hemy (1895)
#LegendaryWednesday
'Bees, bees awake! Your Master is dead!
And another you must take.' (Hants - 1810)
🎨The Widow by Charles Napier Hemy (1895)
#LegendaryWednesday
November 4, 2025 at 10:07 PM
"When the head of a family who keeps bees, dies it is usual ...to repair to the hives, and, gently tapping them, to say:
'Bees, bees awake! Your Master is dead!
And another you must take.' (Hants - 1810)
🎨The Widow by Charles Napier Hemy (1895)
#LegendaryWednesday
'Bees, bees awake! Your Master is dead!
And another you must take.' (Hants - 1810)
🎨The Widow by Charles Napier Hemy (1895)
#LegendaryWednesday
"If you put a widow's bonnet on you will become a widow yourself."
(Derbyshire, 1895) #LegendaryWednesday
📷Daguerreotype of a young widow in mourning dress (Victorian-1800s)
(Derbyshire, 1895) #LegendaryWednesday
📷Daguerreotype of a young widow in mourning dress (Victorian-1800s)
November 4, 2025 at 9:46 PM
"If you put a widow's bonnet on you will become a widow yourself."
(Derbyshire, 1895) #LegendaryWednesday
📷Daguerreotype of a young widow in mourning dress (Victorian-1800s)
(Derbyshire, 1895) #LegendaryWednesday
📷Daguerreotype of a young widow in mourning dress (Victorian-1800s)
🎨Four Strings of the Violin by Edward Okun (1914)
#LegendaryWednesday
#LegendaryWednesday
November 4, 2025 at 8:59 PM
🎨Four Strings of the Violin by Edward Okun (1914)
#LegendaryWednesday
#LegendaryWednesday