Planning
for Wintry presents?
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| not all stones and bones |
Looking for something a little bit different for a
present – Christmas soon, and Yule and Mother’s Night and Saturnalia if you’re
of a Classical inclination…why not indulge yourself and a friend with a copy of
my book Old stones and ancient bones:
poems from the hollow hills?
Don’t like poetry? Why not try again? With poems from
the dark, peopled gloom of Neolithic tombs on Orkney to the windswept moors of
Derbyshire, an excitement of skulls and the beauty of stillness before winter
arrives….
£5.00 a copy (includes UK P&P) and while stocks
last, with Old Stones, get a free copy of “River and Sea” a little book
featuring two of my stories.
To order direct:
Email me Creeping Toad
Payment: by cheque, Bacs or Paypal (to creepingtoad@btinternet.com)
or from Amazon:
an appetiser
The Satyr’s
stories:
Beginning
“I was born out of the need of old stone and tree
roots for a voice.
I began as an idea, shaped by water running through
stone in deep caves, gathering a body for myself out of long lost bones, out of
stranded horns and hooves and left-over memories. My flesh is earth, my skin
grass and bark, my blood the mineral rich, crystal-growing streams of limestone
darkness
Now I am here, playing the music of the wind,
listening to bluebells ring, and the slow singing of carp in the cold pools. I
am the watcher in the woods, the touch of the breeze, the rustle in the
undergrowth. I am the shadow that slips away.
Always here. Never seen.”
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| Blackwater at Calke Abbey, source of the Satyr stories |
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