Wednesday, 17 September 2008


I saw a ghost tonight on my way back home from work. She was sitting on the gate post by the farm. Her stark white face caught and staring into the headlights. She seemed stunned by the fierce glare but turned quickly and floated on her noiseless wings away into the softness of the moonlit mountain. I was delighted to have seen her so close. I have heard her night-time calling in the woods below my house all summer but she is too shy to come out in the day. I love that she is there though.

Her name is Blodeuwedd. And her story is an ancient one and sad - a tale of a bride made from flowers and given in marriage to a man whom she did not love, a story of faithlessness and violence, of eagles and owls, magic and revenge.

Perhaps I might tell you it here some time... when it is not late and the fire has not burnt down to ash and I do not have sleeping children to carry to their beds.

But for now, goodnight my friends.
I hope you have owls or other sweet noises to carry you into sleep tonight

NB: the picture is not mine, unfortunately I don't know who made her - sorry


Deborah Godin said...

Enchanting, your recounting and descriptions - sweet dreams one and all!

Nicole said...

Ooh, sounds fascinating! You make a good storyteller, my dear.

Patois said...

I have the chills now. And it's bedtime. I wish I could be comforted by the thought of a ghost at my home.

Anonymous said...

the blackberrys must have been strong.???????

Technodoll said...

I can't tell whether you saw a ghost for real, or if you're just spinning an enchanting tale before sleepytime :-)

Don't care, really. It made me feel warm and cozy inside.