When I first heard Krampus referenced in the 2015 film of the same name, I had a feeling the legend referred to in the film was not dreamed up by a Hollywood screenwriter. It just seemed to old world to be the product of a modern imagination. It turns out, Krampus, and the holiday dedicated to him, Krampusnatch, are part of holiday celebrations that orginate in alpine regions of Austria and Germany. Krampus is the hairy, horned companion of Saint Nicholas. Krampus is tasked with punishing misbehaving children with coal and bundles of sticks, while St. Nick rewards the well behaved ones with presents. Originally part of pagan traditions, Krampus was folded into Christian holidays and Krampusnatch is celebrated the night of December 5th, before the feast of Saint Nicholas. The characteristics of Krampus varies, but he is usually described as being hairy, with the cloven hooves and horns of a goat. He typically wears chains and bells, with a long, pointed tongue lolling out and bared fangs. For a period of time Krampusnatch celebrations …
It would seem at first, that making this dangerous journey during the longer days of summer, would have been the better choice. The lack of foliage in winter however, made it harder for them to hide. Unfortunately, it also could make it easier for them to hunt us at night.
I ( along with my twin sister and husband) almost missed the The Oddities and Curiosities convention completely when it stopped in Charlotte this past summer. Fortunately, a friend of ours clued us in, and wonderfully weird artists, dealers, and taxidermists assembled. In the spirit of shopping small this holiday season, I decided to feature the venders that we purchased from, and the ones that I took cards from so I could keep an eye out for future shows, since many of the have websites and Etsy shops. I’ve already become a repeat shopper for The Pickety Witch, the Krampus ornament above is one of her holiday offerings. At the bottom is The Oddities and Curiosity Convention’s 2020 schedule, and even if you don’t think you’d buy anything, I still recommend you go. The tickets are cheap, the crowd watching is fascinating, and there is always entertainment scheduled. Coffin jewelry box by Spooky Twins, @spookytwins13, spookytwins.etsy.com Gravestone impression art by Gravestone Girls, http://www.gravestonegirls.com. Lapel pin, The Pickety Witch, thepicketywitch.etsy.com, @thepicketywitch Gravestone impression art and magnet …
I feel the cold in my bones sliding under my skin My body creaks and groans I feel the cold in my bones My limbs are not my own Something lurks deep within I feel the cold in my bones sliding under my skin
I never appreciated the fall foliage I grew up with in Massachusetts until I moved to North Carolina. In New England, brilliant hues of yellow, orange, and red would begin to appear in early September. Here in Charlotte, the leaves mainly turn a burnt orange in mid October. If you go looking for it though, you can still find a burst of color amount the duller hues around the end of November. And what better place to look then the trails around an old gold mine? In addition to foliage, you may spot veins of white quartz that may or may not contain gold, and the oddly placed raccoon skull.
The cold crept in quietly overnight, crawling and creeping its way into the flowerbeds, smothering the silent screams of the huddled blooms. It left them shriveled and twisted, and lingered in the morning light to admire its work. The flower corpses remained tangled in the dirt flowerbeds for an entire day. Eventually they were unceremoniously ripped from the earth later by their caretakers and dumped into plastic buckets while the cold leered from the shadows. The flowerbeds remained bare, like freshly mounded graves, for the rest of winter. winter’s cold grip strangles the last remnants of autumn’s blooms ****** Thank you Freeverse Revolution for the prompt, monster. I took some inspiration from a poem I saw posted earlier by Basilike Pappa, and tried to us personification in this one. If you interested in seeing what other new things poets are trying this week, check in with the Dverse crowd.
Peering into the reconstructed stamp mill at Reed Creek Gold Mine. The Mine is open year round, but the stamp mill was closed for the season. When the mine was still active, the stamp mill would have been used to pound white quartz into smaller pieces that would have been sifted for gold.