Friday, 16 July 2010

Who Knows Woodwose

They are set, frozen for evermore in the cold stone where they have stood, inert, for centuries. The Woodwose, hairy all over, and often wielding a club, lurking on the edge of our imagination...



They say that he is a mythical figure; a liminal outsider living on the margins of civilisation. Imagine then, if you will, that such a creature might step free from the frozen-stoned stance and walk freely about the church. Fanciful? Maybe...


2 comments:

  1. An ugly brute to be sure!
    +Many Coats+

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  2. In the eye of the beholder dear fellow...

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