This post combines two of my favorite things in all the world; this poem, which has been a favorite of mine since childhood, and these incredibly gothic (and artful!) vintage mug shots, which you can read all about here. Little Orphant Annie was a poem that I made my parents read to me every night before I went to sleep. It scared me. It sent icy lightening chills up and down my spine, and I loved it.
There is nothing quite like being a child and afraid...
It's dark and magical and blackandsilversparkles all at once.
with cobwebs and shadows and creaking floorboards in the night.
and even when it's painful,
it's rather like a poem.
Sometimes, in these days of becoming an imaginary grownup, I miss being that afraid...