lived in a big house in a swamp
with an imposing collection of aunts, uncles and cousins
who spent their days
on a wide verandah in rocking chairs exuding despair
iphelia was a cheerful child, and never relented in her efforts to brighten the moods of her unhappy relatives
with ever diminishing results
only cousin chalmers showed even a flicker of energy
but even he did not care so much for little girls
iphelia's best friends were a cormorant named charisse
and a bear named beaufort
together they searched the swamp for interesting objects, to try to strike the fancy and allay the torpor of the house's inhabitants
the three friends did not always see eye to eye on what constituted "interesting"
beaufort liked artifacts from galactic empires that had fallen from the sky
iphelia preferred objects that emerged from the primal ooze after being submerged for billions of years
while charisse only considered charm and taste regardless of age or origin
one day they found a curiously spotless bicycle
they approached it with some trepidation
Brilliant. By the way, we're still waiting for the official version of that certain Gorey tribute poem...
i have my iphelia too... who at a time that i was haunted by a mood like that of these imposing relatives, sent me the pics of this marvelous story...:)i loved it and am looking forward to the rest of it...the details in the illustrations are so meaningful... great work!
This made me smile from beginning to end, and because you bowed to Edward Gorey, I imagined I recognized the connection. (Were that I were better versed...)Either way, Rhoda, I'm waiting for more about iphelia, her despair exuding family and interesting friends.
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