The best definition I can give of a vampire is a living, mischievous and murderous dead body. A living dead body! The words are idle, contradictory, incomprehensible, but so are vampires.”
Scoffern Stray leaves of Science and Folk Lore
Vampires, Vampyre, Vampir, Vampyyri, Vampyras, Vampyr, Vampyras, Vampiro… It really makes no difference how the word is spelt for the meaning remains the same the world over, and for as long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed a fascination with (and a sneaky regard!) for these undead creatures of folklore and mythology.
However, as much as I appreciate that this interest of mine will not be shared by everybody and so in keeping with the ideas of ‘mischief’ and the ‘incomprehensible’ that Scoffern has attributed to the Vampyre; I have created something of a fantastical store that seeks to offer those essential accoutrements for any discerning hunter or slayer of the undead.
And so without further ado, I am now going to unlock the door of the Monsignor Suárez Vampyre Slayer’s Emporium that is located ‘Somewhere’ in the All Hallows Hamlet…
The design for this fantastical ‘Small World’ began during the dying days of an Indian summer last year and as I made a real effort to actually remember to photograph the creation of it from dry-build to completion; I am looking forward to sharing this tale with you in a later post.
As the All Hallows Hamlet is a marketplace of emporiums, boutiques and other such establishments for discerning folk with a penchant for retail indulgence and a predilection for all that is extraordinary; I confess that I have been more than a little excited about the creation of this ‘Small World’ for not only is it a fantastical store brimming with merchandise of the magickal kind and after a lot of meticulous research on my part (any excuse to read, read, read!) really is seeped in all manner of ancient folktale and superstition!
And as the weekend of All Hallows Eve continues to be one of celebration with the festival of Día de Muertos or otherwise known as the Mexican Day of the Dead, I have another sneaky feeling that a certain ‘Small’ feline may be putting in an appearance within this newly inaugurated establishment, along with one or two other folk from the All Hallows Hamlet…
“Oh my!” sighed Tilly Simms as she slowly pushed open the rickety wooden door to Monsignor Suárez Vampyre Slayer’s Emporium in the All Hallows Hamlet…
However, before I disappear for the time being; I shall leave you with a few lines from the poem The Giaour and written by none other than my favourite poet Lord Byron:
But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers withered on the stem.