Or did she? Sounds more like Gentry mischief to me–letters winging on leaves and wind from one Faerie court to another. Seelie or Unseelie–who can say?
Well, perhaps the author, 9, can say.
(Her writing can also be found at Nin Nyx Natterings.)
I love that these flowers allow us to think to each other! That unaligned milliner… wait, no, that’s not the right word… that’s just for hats. Seamstress? Artist? I don’t know. Whatever she is, the magic that B puts into her creations is amazing! Don’t let anyone in either court know that I thought this, but she is better than any of the royalty in both the Seelie and the Unseelie courts rolled together!
It has been so long, dear sister. How are your hoards of shining children? And your performances… are you still doing them nightly before the court? Do they still love you? Are you still their darling?
My cluster of cats are doing well. Many of the Unseelie will rent them to ride into the human world for a day. It has turned into quite a lucrative business! I purchased three more of B’s magical flowers so I could stay in constant communication with my precious pussycats. (I only ever rent out three of my traveling cats at a time so I can easily get to them if something is going wrong.) They works wonderfully! In fact, that is how I tested the things to begin with and I’m considering getting more.
Oh dear! I just got contacted by Nemesis, my small back kitty. It looks like I have to go, dear sister.
Then, Arts and Culture Writer Nancy Burns-Fusaro of The Westerly Sun, did a great write-up of The Artists’ Cooperative Gallery of Westerly’s new show, and its featured artists–including our Betsie! Read “Stolen Moments” here at The Sun!
Best of all, last Friday, Betsie’s “Perelandra” won BEST IN SHOW: Viewer’s Choice!
What follows are a few other pictures and quotes of long-time Betsie admirers!
A Fairy’s Wish
by Jessica BigiDocile is the wind andcrunching of tinny hoovesand flapping of wings asthey spin the spiders silkinto golden threads andeven the fox at play knowsthese aren’t just ordinarywoods as the queen drinksher tea with sweetenedhoney the oak ‘ ash ‘ andwillows know there part asthe flapping of wings chimeand million of harps kittingsilks of plumbs and redthreads into cloaksof leaves for the royalmasquerade not the spidersad I could sow this finedocile is the wind andthe crunching of tinny hoovesand flapping of wings asthey spin spiders silk intogolden threads and eventhe fox at play knows thesearen’t just ordinary woodsfor a fairy’s wish is atapestry of leaves