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The Sidhe (The Shadow Court)

Image: Riders of the Wild Hunt or the Furious Host, dark, dangerous, hunting down souls to take with them to the Otherworld, the Sluagh.

Power: Mystery, Creation and Destruction combined, Ecstasy

Symbology: The unstoppable forces of creation and destruction combined into one moment where both are united.


Wilde’s Victorian Fairy Tales
The Hosting of the Sidhe by Yeats


After seeing the Goblin Men, Laura "sucked and sucked and sucked the more / Fruits which that unknown orchard bore, / She sucked until her lips were sore; / Then flung the emptied rines away." Gnashing her teeth "in a passionate yearning," "weeping as if her heart would break," Laura is then tortured by cravings for exotic fruits but is never able to hear the goblin men hawking their wares a second time. Her sister Lizzie, who brings back the fruit as medicine for Laura, defies the goblins, refusing to eat in a violent and graphic scene suggesting rape. But with the syrup running down her face, the pulp smashed to her lips, she rushes back to Laura crying,

Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeeezed from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me:
Laura, make much of me:
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin men.

Goodenough, Elizabeth – “Oscar Wilde, Victorian Fairy Tales, and the Meanings of Atonement.”


THE host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling i{Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling i{Away, come away.}
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Date:June 3rd, 2004 05:37 pm (UTC)
The Kelpie by Herbert Draper

Death, The Bride by Thomas Gotch

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Date:June 3rd, 2004 05:55 pm (UTC)
aaaand, thank you again *grins*
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Date:June 3rd, 2004 06:41 pm (UTC)


The Wild Chase by Franz von Stuck

The Wild Hunt by Franz von Stuck

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Date:June 3rd, 2004 06:50 pm (UTC)

Goblin Market Illustrations

Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti with scans of some early illustrations (you've gotta love the victorian web).

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