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Wanda and the woodcutter

Wanda and the woodcutter

Thru twisted boughs betwixt thy bosom beneath a copper copsed canopy.. lies yonder clandestine covert cottage amidst Mother natures rhapsody..in this dainty dilapidated dwelling once was the home of a pretty maid, she shared such happiness with her Father, tho widowed for thirty years he stayed

Wandas childhood days were joyous tho her Mother passed whilst giving birth.. yet her devastated, doting Father nurtured her with glee and mirth.. he chopped the branches tending the forest, with his own bare hands and homemade tools..spending each and every spare moment that God giveth to teach his child the books from schools

Alas Wandas short life ended abruptly one cold and dark December morn.. after the woodcutter had done his usual daily chores, his heart was broken left forlorn..for there lying in a nearby pool he stumbled on his lass by chance, tho till his own demise a decade later he knew not of her bitter, sweet romance

Some say tho twas only tittle tattle, the nearest house was up a hill.. so noone really knew the truth of Wandas parting.. yet that cottage is there still.. an eerieness of sorrowful sadness shrouds the earth where Wanda lies.. in a mossy hollow close by her Father..with only the forest’s creatures eyes..

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Jill....I like that you left this fairy tale narrative with a bit of mystery...very sad but typical of the darker fairy tales....I think it was the wood cutter from Snow White that killed her and used her heart to put in his tinder box to present to the Queen as Snow White's instead....lol   I enjoyed your story telling, Jill. xo ;)

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Jill Tait

Aww thank you Cherie my luvxxx

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