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The Garden Booke of Ghosts - [Order]
 
First Hand-made Pressing, 1999 • The Mercyground
Second Pressing Coming Summer, 2005
 
The Garden Booke of Ghosts is a light-hearted journey into a haunted garden, with an Victorian personality. Full of a variety of unique characters, each with their own story or song. Accompanied by original illustrations and poetry. This ribbon-bound hand-made pressing is 50 pages.

Muse CoverThe Garden Booke of Ghosts - Contents

Preface: the Queen of the Ghosts

Tranquille Walk
The Beloved Infant
The Skeleton Behind the Wall
The Unfortunate Gentleman
The Exceptional Mourner
The Wall Builder's Song

Outside the Walls
The Ivy Wall
The Mother in the Roses
The Unusual Bird (for J.T.)
The Delerious Singing
The Tale of the Neumann Twins
The Extraordinary Martyr
The Secret Path
The Unknown Grave
The Mousey Ghost
The Gargoyle
The Queen's Parade
Epilogue

The Garden Booke of Ghosts- Excerpts

The Ghost MotherThe Entrance To the Gardens

From the entrance of Livsden Gardens, a dusty cobblestone path leads our visitor to Tranquille Walk, which houses the Gardens Proper: a walled esplanade, separated in three distinct parts, once abundant with floral settings, ponds, and benches, all attended by an array of sculpture, and within one section, a garden maze. The outer walls of Tranquille Walk are inlaid with numerous gargoyles and pensive angels, though weathered quite drearily due to seasons of storms. Within, the cobblestones of the Walk are barely detectable beneath weed and moss; the sundry stone benches and meditative statuary attending the now tumultuous garden milieus are in various stages of decline, all littered with layers of dead leaves. Here is where our tour begins, dear reader, in the Gardens Proper...

Walking towards the entryway of Tranquille Walk, one can see the Pool of Inevitability on their left, a once impressive reflecting pool, now an unrestrained natatorium brimming with overgrowth and pond wildlife. On our right, we come to the Gardens Proper... The first entryway into the Gardens leads one into a maze of stone walls and weedy dead-ends. It is quite dark within this part of Tranquille Walk and terribly easy to get lost; the walls are over ten feet tall and the paths are very narrow. The smell of damp earth and rotting leaves fills the air...

The GargoyleThe Forgotten Crypt

At the far end of Tranquille Walk is a sectional promenade, consisting of two parts, only one of which is actually known. The main room is the largest, and there one will find Silent Pond, a shallow reflecting pool that stretches across the length of the wall. Four statues attend each corner of the pool, three being the Fates personified, and the fourth, a young man kneeling towards the pool with a rapt expression on his face. It is popularly thought that the statue is the likeness of the Unfortunate owner and original mastermind of Livsden Gardens. Countless years earlier, when Livsden was still accessible and of interest to the townspeople, it had been the source of great speculation as to why the one statue in the entire Gardens never affected by age and weather was that of the young man. The three Fates, who have held their faded hands in the steadfast act of weaving for over 500 years, are hardly recognizable.

The young man looks directly at a quiet place beyond the pool: The Forgotten Crypt. The Crypt, a large antiquarian stone tomb, is the only one within Tranquille Walk. Standing at the head is the remnant of a woman's form, her arms stretched towards the heavens, her expression tranquil. It is rumored that Livsden's entire property was originally owned by a wealthy nobleman, who had built the gardens for his beautiful young bride. The crypt is therefore thought to be hers, though the epitaph faded centuries ago, and the actual facts surrounding her life and untimely death have diminished into the past as well. The face of the young man who gazes perpetually upon this shrine at times seems almost lifelike.

The Wall Builder's Song

For just one sympathetic soul
I did destroy my sturdy wall.

And with my fortitude in dust,
I placed my spirit in their trust.

But having found then lost this friend,
I build the wall back up again.

 

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