Night Lay like a Leaf

I’ve been getting back to writing lately, so in the absence of much personal artwork to show this month I thought I’d share this with you 🙂


The world was in darkness. Night had unfurled like a leaf and fallen in a single hour. The golden promise of evening had disintegrated, and now the stars were emerging like pallid flowers from loam. Beneath the trees the gravesite was still.

A footstep stirred the dry leaves of years. A voice animated the heavy air, “Oh Lady of Ribbons…” There was a sigh, an outrush of anticipation from the forest shadows. Tapers came to life, encircling the grave mound. Whispers took up a chorused response:

“Oh Lady of Ribbons, whom do you mourn?”
Myself of the moment past.

Slowly, the circle shuffled closer. They set their tapers down on cold earth, until the mound was banked in fire.

“Oh Lady of Ribbons, whom do you fear?”
Myself of the moment to come.

A cloth was brought forth, heavy and black with water. It billowed through the smoke and smothered the mound like a shroud.

“Oh Lady of Ribbons, whom do you pity?”
Myself of the infinite now.

Stones were placed around the mound, one for each pair of hands. Modest in size, they anchored the shroud no less implacably for that. The attendants stepped back, leaving only one to stand before the grave, its outline blurred in the darkness. “Those who stand will fall. Those who fall may rise. Those who are anchored by fire and water and stone, they will endure.” The speaker stepped back among its fellows, and there was a brief rustling between the trees. Soon the gravesite was still again. Smoke lingered on the wind. Night lay like a leaf, ’til it was turned by a breath into morning.


So I’m Moving to Bristol…

Hi all! You may have noticed that there wasn’t an A Wren’s Tale page this week. That is because my life has suddenly taken a sharp lefthand turn and is now apparently driving at full-tilt along a bumpy track in the dark – oh and the headlights have broken. On the plus side, I think I can see some welcoming lanterns between the trees, although at this point perhaps the extended metaphor is becoming a little stretched…

In plain language, I’ve been given a place on an Animation MA! I had the interview on Friday, the course registration is this Thursday, I need to move to Bristol, this is ample time to go from ‘let’s find a job’ to ‘let’s become a student on the kind of course that I’ve always guiltily dreamed of and subconsciously known I wasn’t meant to join’…

As you may be able to tell, I am in a state of manic, exhausted, excited shock and as such will not be  posting any more comic pages until the world has calmed down and ceased to lurch forwards from one lurid snapshot to the next without bothering with the in-between bits! The last page ended Chapter 2, so at least I managed to get us to a logical stopping place before going on hiatus =)

See you on the other side!

Katie Wakelin comic - A Wren's Tale

Page 39 – and the end of Chapter 2 =D Yay!

I’m currently planning a few projects to upgrade my portfolio. Hopefully I’ll have some things to show you soon – I’ve started one or two pieces already =)


Page 38 – penultimate page of Chapter 2! =D I think this may be a product of my brain right now… I’m longing for autumn and Halloween and my mind feels like fireworks are going off left, right and centre. I didn’t mean for this page to be quite so technicolor, but ah well, might as well own it!