Another double page spread from my dummy book…. let’s see, only ten more to go!!!
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Ruby Rue was beautiful of heart
Though her outward appearance gave town folks a start
Her dreams of a suitor had not yet come true
With just internal beauty, what’s a poor hag to do?
So she consulted her Grimoire and found a grand hex
She enchanted a stone and hung it round her neck
Then she squealed to the mirror “Why Ruby… You’re hot!”
But her stone, it was faulty, for to others… she was not!
The lesson to garner, so you won’t be alone…
Keep your hope in your heart and not in a stone.
by
Roberta Baird
Ruby in the Society Pages
Pages 8-9 of my Picture Book Dummy, Ruby Rue!
Transportaton ~ Post 600!
Mable was in it to win it!
All year she’d been sharpening up her spell writing skills and practicing her hexes. This year she finally conjured up the courage to enter the grimoire display contest. So when they announced the annual HSWW (Halloween Society of Witches and Warlocks) conference, she was first to pay the dues and book a hotel room.
Good luck Mabel!
This is post number 600 here at the Mouse in the House. To celebrate I’ve created a couple of Halloween treat boxes, yours free to download. Each box measures 2 1/2 inches and would be great to fill with treats for a Halloween party. Just click on the image below to download. Enjoy!
Here’s to 600 more!
Illustration Friday ~ Double
“Well, well!” said an old woman, peering out with a crafty look. “And haven’t you children a sweet tooth?”
“Come in! Come in, you’ve nothing to fear!”
The witch was hoping for a double portion of meat for her “Children ala King,” but she would settle for a nice, juicy baked boy! Clever Gretel pushed the old witch into her very own oven!
Illustration Friday ~ Flying
Lady Grizelda gets a makeover!
The smaller version is one of the first pictures I did when I first started working digitally, two years ago… It’s perfect for the prompt but I just couldn’t put her up in that condition… so here is the new Griselda… along with the original poem that went with her.
Lady Griselda looked at the date
“Good heavens!” she said
“I’m running quite late!”
“The Coveny Sisters have already started!”
So she packed up her tools
and quickly departed.
And just for good measure she mixed up some dust
Then she sprinkled her broom
Chanting “Salem or bust!”
Illustration Friday ~ Contagious
Black Water Hattie lived back in the swamps were the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the Cypress trees like sausage on a smoke house walls
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes and all of them watching you
Stay off the track of Hattie’s shack in the back of the Black Bayou…
Way up the road from Hattie’s shack lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumors of what she done, rumors of what she do
Rumors of what she done, rumors of what she do
Kept folks of the track of Hattie’s shack in the back of the Black Bayou
One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on and the swamp water overflowed
‘Skeeters and the fever grabbed the town like a fist, Doc Jackson was the first to go
Some say the plague was brought by Hattie. There was talk of a hang’n too…
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles from the bowels of the Black bayou
One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on and the swamp water overflowed
‘Skeeters and the fever grabbed the town like a fist, Doc Jackson was the first to go
Some say the plague was brought by Hattie. There was talk of a hang’n too…
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles from the bowels of the Black bayou
Early one morn ‘tween dark and dawn when shadows filled the sky
There came an unseen caller on a town where hope run dry
In the square there was found a big black round vat full of gurgling brew
Whispering sounds as the folks gathered round “It came from the Black Bayou”
There ain’t much pride when you’re trapped inside A slowly sink’n ship
Scooped up the liquid deep and green And the whole town took a sip
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue
Let’s thank old Hattie for sav’n our town We’ll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party of ten of the town’s best men headed for Hattie’s Shack
Said swamp witch magic was useful and good
And they’re gonna bring Hattie back
Well they never found Hattie and they never found the shack
Well they never found Hattie and they never found the shack
And they never made the trip back in
Twas a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said “Don’t come look’n again….. ”
Written by Jim Stafford http://www.jimstafford.com/
Twas a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said “Don’t come look’n again….. ”
Written by Jim Stafford http://www.jimstafford.com/
Dedicated to my dad who used to listen to the coolest music when I was growing up.
This was one of many!
Illustration Friday ~ Talisman
Lady Belinda was beautiful of heart
Though her outward appearance gave town folks a start
Her dreams of a suitor had not yet come true
With only internal beauty, what’s a poor hag to do?
So she consulted her Grimoire and found a grand hex
She enchanted a ruby and hung it round her neck
She squealed to the mirror “Why Belinda… You’re hot!”
But her mirror was faulty… to others she was not!
The lesson to garner, so you won’t be alone…
Keep the hope in your heart and not in a stone.