#mary webb

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

To conjure, even for a moment, the wistfulness which is the past is like trying to gather in one's arms the hyacinthine colour of the distance.

Precious Bane, Mary Webb

[rherlotshadow]

Reading poems at the graveside of Shropshire's Mary Webb, nature writer, poet and novelist, author of 'Precious Bane'.

[godzilla-reads]

February 16; “The Shell” by Mary Webb, from An Animal Poem For Every Day of the Year edited by Jane McMorland Hunter

[dis-contented]

Secret messages from my Wild Remedy bath bomb today 🌿🦠🦎💚

Does this colour give radioactive sludge, though? I can't tell 😅

[faerylaw]

Faery Ground

Here is a quote from Mary Webb's novel Armour Wherein He Trusted:

"I come from Cymru, sir, and my home is in the waste; and my lineage is elf-lineage, and for our sign, it is a churn-owl with a kingly crown upon his head." "Where, then, is this waste situate," asked the ascheater... "Sir," she made answer, "it lies between Salop and Radnor. It lies also between life and death. It is betwixt and between all things." "Is it in Doom Book?" "Nay my lord, for it is in neither county. Nor is it in any hundred, nor does it pay gold." "How comes that?" "Why, lord, it is faery ground and you cannot measure it nor go round it, for though it is only a narrow piece, times, of the width of three horses head and tail, yet, times, it will widen to eternity and yet again it will shrink to a knife-edge."

[julesofnature]

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.  ~Mary Webb

[biboocat]

Books by some of my beloved authors: Graham Greene, P. G. Wodehouse, Mary Webb, and Siegfried Sassoon.

“Hate was just a failure of imagination.” - Graham Greene

[theladyofwutheringheights]