Thursday 28th August 2014
|A Thunder-grave in the dark woods|
“Walking with an umbrella during a tornado is not a god idea”*
But the girl went walking with her beautiful blue umbrella, anyway
She is buried in a thunder-grave,
Deep in the woods.
A lonely grave,
A single grave,
And there she brings
Thunder, lightning and storms inside the wood
But the edges of the wood are peaceful
And guard the world from her anger.
But one wild tornado escapes
And collects a bus full of panicking school children,
Spinning them round,
Ready to do them to death.
But the bus sprouts wings and
As an aerobus with rocket boosters
Sails through the storm
But the lightning strikes
A goblin house in the Old Widow’s Tree
And the goblin and the two fairies who live in a hole flee
|don't trust the Burned Girl!|
The storm chases them,
Winds to blow them, rain to beat them,
Even their strongest spell doesn’t help,
And they run and run,
Too wet to fly, too scared to hide.
Down to the lake
Where a girl sails her boat through the storm,
Over a lake horrible with giant waves.
She carries them through the wind and the waves and the rain to...
Who lives in the old cottage behind the gray fence?
There is a bridge there, too,
Over a river behind the house,
A bridge to an island where a rock hides caves.
And might offer a new home to the lost goblin and his fairy friends
“Beware of the person who lives in the house behind the grey fence.”*
* “The things my Mum used to tell me”, numbers 25 and 32
|a brave girl who could sail a boat through a storm|
By the end of the story, all the characters had taken cover in Creswell Library where they live to this day, hiding in the bookshelves
|even the Burned Girl enjoys a good read|
with many thanks to all the storymakers, artists and puppeteers of Creswell!