Dec 18, 2023
Finished just in time for the solstice. A little unbalanced in composition because frankly I had just been fucking around and hadn’t planned to turn it into an official project. Oops.
From Susan Cooper’s poem, “The Shortest Day”:
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Finished just in time for the solstice. A little unbalanced in composition because frankly I had just been fucking around and hadn’t planned to turn it into an official project. Oops.
From Susan Cooper’s poem, “The Shortest Day”:
Favorite BOOK Jane - Corrected version
Jane Fairfax (Emma - Jane Austen)
Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen)
Jane Drew (The Dark Is Rising Sequence - Susan Cooper)
Jane Penderwick (The Penderwicks - Jeanne Birdsall)
Jane Grey (My Lady Jane - Cynthia Hand)
Jane Porter (Tarzan Books - Edgar Rice Burroughs)
Jane Marple (Miss Marple novels - Agatha Christie)
Jane-23 a.k.a Pepper (The Wayfarers novels - Becky Chambers)
Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre- Charlotte Brontë)
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There was something about Christmas Eve, they both felt, that demanded company; one needed somebody to whisper to, during the warm beautiful dream-taut moments between hanging the empty stocking at the end of the bed, and dropping into the cosy oblivion that would flower into the marvel of Christmas morning.
Susan Cooper, The Dark Is Rising
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us—listen! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome Yule!
The Shortest Day, by Susan Cooper
🎄Yuletide Blessings🎄
The Shortest Day poem by Susan Cooper, read by Hazel
This yuletide message is for everyone I follow, who follows me, for my moots and everyone who crosses paths with it! Bright solstice blessings, m'dearies! Plus also my taglist folk, thank you for reading my stories 💚🎄
JOMP BPC || December 15 || Feels Like Winter: The Dark Is Rising by Susan Cooper
Round two?