'I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers. Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.' Marge Piercy, The cat's song #BookwormSat #caturday 🎨 Lucie Sheridan, Wonder Cat

red valerian nods to shingle whispering beautiful nonsense #DailyHaikuPrompt (valerian) 📷 Oast House Archive

'Look there, the clouds are composing a word! Perhaps the word was a song? A tentative chorus woven by her curious hand and a brush or pen, the brutal, the beauty began to speak.' Hanan Issa, Picture the Hand #BookWormSat 🎨 Sarah Jane Brown, Freeing Up Space

'It’s really hard to put into words things that are just a little bit not okay.' Sayaka Murata, Earthlings #BookWormSat 🎨 Chiho Aoshima, A Contented Skull

'Know what the almost-gone dandelion knows. Piece by piece The body prayers home. Its whole head a veil, a wind-blown bride.' Angel Nafis, Ghazal for Becoming Your Own Country #BookWormSat 🎨 Kathleen Keifer

'Summer trees full of leaf, whispering, massive; dark winter firs that fear no master and let no light brighten their woods. He learned the nature of all trees, the particular magics that are in oak and beech and ash.' Susan Cooper, The Dark Is Rising #BookWormSat 🎨Anastassia Skopp

'Rooks wheeled round him and the swallows dipped and circled and the dragonflies shot past, as if all the fertility and amorous activity of a summer's evening were woven web-like about his body.' Virginia Woolf, Orlando #BookWormSat 📷 Erin Summer

'Their existence depends on tricks of the light, and shadows moving through water; their natural state is shadow. They don’t count, don’t know the days of the week ... All these gentlefolk are very old.' Hillary Mantel, The Giant, O'Brien #BookWormSat (fairies) 📷 Dubravka Lazic, Fairy

all your flowers become more beautiful as you name them #DailyHaikuPrompt (salvia) 📷🎨 Lisa Toboz

bottle floats on the morning pool no message #DailyHaikuPrompt (pool) 📷 Kind of Cyan

'There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.' Li-Young Lee, From Blossoms #BookWormSat (flowers) 🎨 Peggie Blizard

'She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states.' Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love #BookWormSat 🎨 Amelia Galli

'If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.' Doris Lessing, On Cats #BookWormSat (pets) 🎨Wendy Vaughan, Tricks

'They were wrong about the sun. It does not go down into the underworld at night. The sun leaves merely and the underworld emerges. It can happen at any moment.' Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House #BookWormSat (underworlds) 🎨 Lisa Carney

'The innumerable trees she's seen over the course of all her life, the undulating forests which blanket the continents like a heartless sea, envelop her exhausted body and lift her up.' Han Kang, The Vegetarian #BookWormSat (forests) 🎨 Christine So

“Hello, Rabbit,” he said, “Is that you?” “Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “And see what happens.” A.A.Milne, Winnie the Pooh #BookWormSat (Landseer's birthday) 🎨 Edwin Landseer

'Dis poetry stays wid me when I run or walk An when I am talking to meself in poetry I talk, Dis poetry is wid me, Below me an above, Dis poetry’s from inside me It goes to yu WID LUV.' Dis poetry, Benjamin Zephaniah #BookWormSat (Twentieth Century poetry) 📷 Miriam Reik

'Love cannot be explained. It can only be experienced. Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all.' Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love #BookwormSat 🎨 Amber Goldhammer

'But Jess was sliding breathlessly down into the waiting sky, so she couldn't find the words to tell TillyTilly that sisters was something about being held without hands.' Helen Oyeyemi, The Icarus Girl #BookwormSat (lit inspired by storytelling) 🎨 Lina Iris Viktor

'Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers...' Mary Oliver, Peonies 🎨 Iryna Iskra #BookWormSat (gardens)

'The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.' Kate Chopin, The Awakening #BookwormSat 🎨 Joan Kathleen Harding Eardley

january grey uphill and down greens faded to watercolours #DailyHaikuPrompt (winter grass) #inkMine (colour) 🎨 Eric Ravilious, Cuckmere Haven

'There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.' Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country #BookWormSat 🎨 Winter Star by Cha Hyeonwook

'Nobody ever asked me what I wanted for Christmas... I did not want to have anything to own, or to possess any object. I wanted, rather, to feel something on Christmas Day.' Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye #BookWormSat 🎨 Emma de Souza

'A strangeness in the shimmering air, a sense of imminence that made Ursula's chest feel full, as if her heart was growing. It was a kind of high holiness... Perhaps it was the future, she thought, coming nearer all the time.' Kate Atkinson, Life After Life #BookWormSat 🎨 Ahmed Farid

'And this is but another proof that the Written Word is a Fairy, as mocking and elusive as Willy Wisp, speaking lying words to us in a feigned voice.' Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist #BookwormSat (fairies and the little folk) 💙📚 🎨 Sophie Dumont

'But by reading their books, I saw the other side of them - their humanity. Somehow I was sure that if people were willing to read each other, and see the light of other cultures, there would be no war on earth.' Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai, The Mountains Sing #BookWormSat 🎨 Jeannie Kinsler

'I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.' Helen Oyeyemi, White Is for Witching #BookWormSat 🎨 Gwenda Morgan, Midnight Madness - Witches on Night Flight

'Out of all the seasons, it is the most honest about time... autumn is not shy about things coming to an end. It welcomes it, waving leafy flags of red, yellow and gold.' Samantha Sotto Yambao, Water Moon #BookWormSat (autumn) 🎨 Carole Garland

'But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.' Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas #BookWormSaturday (is celebrating short stories) 🎨 Jennifer Moses