Monday, October 27, 2014

Witch Door ?

Welcome My Lovely's,  and Thank you for visiting my Par-Tay!

Thank you also to Vanessa for hosting 
another wonderful year 
of a Halloween Blog Party!

Please be sure to visit the other 
bloggers  listed on Vanessa's blog  A Fanciful Twist




Welcome my Lovely Goolish Wedding Guests, 

Please enter the Magikal, Mystical, Castle Door, cccrrrrreeeeeeekkkkkkkkk...........




I invite you to follow the Nuptial Veil for when you do, you will see,



    
The Bride and Wedding Guests 
in all their finery, 
Meanwhile............., 



 In the castle hall,
The baron beheld with a father’s pride
His beautiful child, young Lovell’s bride;
While she with her bright eyes seemed to be
The star of the goodly company.




I’m weary of dancing now,” she cried;
“Here, tarry a moment-I’ll hide, I’ll hide!
And, Lovell, be sure thou’rt first to trace
The clew to my secret lurking place.



Up, up the abandoned 
creaking Castle stairs ............




Away she ran as her friends began 
Each tower to search and each nook to scan.....




More stairs, Which door?

                                                    And young Lovell cried, 
                    “O, where dost thou hide?





Open the door......
Walk In.......



Once inside.........., The door closed behind...............,
With a large bang......, Clank......., Click.............,
and  then................................................
A final..............................
Lock!.......

The Bride Inside................................................., 




"Oh, what fate", she cried, 
To find this old trunk for my escape!


"I shall climb in the trunk and Hide",



I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”
They sought her that night, and they sought her next day,
And they sought her in vain while a week passed away;
In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,


Young Lovell sought wildly-but found her not.
And years flew by, and their grief at last
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past;
And when Lovell appeared the children cried,



“See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”




At length an oak chest, that had long lain hid,
Was found in the castle-they raised the lid,
And a skeleton form lay moldering there
In the bridal wreath of that lady fair!




O, sad was her fate!-in sportive jest
She hid from her lord in the old oak chest.
It closed with a spring!-and, dreadful doom,
The bride lay clasped in her living tomb!


I hoped you enjoyed your visit. 
This poem has been one of my favorites for many years.
It is called The Mistletoe Bough by Thomas Haynes Bayly.

Here is a link if you would like to read more

I also have instructions for the : Bridal Wreath if you would like to 
make one.  

Thanks again for visiting, now I am off to visit all of you!
Blessings and the Happiest Halloween to all,
Celeste

P.S.
If you are interested in the antique lace Wedding Gown you can find it here:



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