Till Lizzie urged, ‘O Laura, come;
I hear the fruit-call but I dare not look:
You should not loiter longer at this brook:
Come with me home.
The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
Each glowworm winks her spark, Let us get home before the night grows dark:
For clouds may gather
Though this is summer weather,
Put out the lights and drench us through;
Then if we lost our way what should we do?’
Goblin Market || Christina Rossetti (ill. Florence Harrison)
It had taken you a long time to get used to being friends
with a walking, talking, actual brain eating zombie, but you’d just about come
to terms with Liv’s reality when you first met Blaine.
As Ravi’s best friend and employee you were practically his shadow
so you figured out Liv’s secret together, though at first you were nowhere near
as excited as he was but eventually Liv became someone you couldn’t picture
your life without.
You were at work helping Ravi open the chest cavity of a poor man who had collapsed
and died while golfing when Liv skidded into the room.
“Y/N you gotta go,” she hurried, “You gotta go now and you gotta go quick!”
“What on earth is the matter?” Ravi asked, his brows shooting up.
“I can’t really leave with my hands full of ribs.” You mumbled and nodded down
to the ribcage you were gently pulling free since Ravi cut through the bones.
Liv hissed to Ravi, “Blaine’s here! I don’t want Y/N to meet him if I can help
it, you know what he’s like.”
Ravi seemed to agree, “There’s no way for Y/N to get out with passing him,
unless..” Ravi paused and eyed up the metal body draws built into the wall.
“Y/N hates small spaces.” Liv chastised.
You sighed, “You both realise that I’m here right?”
“So am I.” A man’s voice joined you from the doorway and man who looked as void
of life as Liv stepped down into the room like he owned it. Liv swallowed and
Ravi stepped around the table so that he was stood in front of you and the man
that you were working on. After sparing
him a glance you chose to ignore him and focused instead on working on the body
You knew all about Blaine, Liv and Ravi had discussed him at
great length with you and they both had agreed, wholeheartedly, they did not
want you to meet him. Blaine was not only trouble, he was zombie level trouble.
You ignored their conversation for a while until you heard the clicking of his shoes
in front of your table.
“Can I help you?” You asked, without looking up.
“And who might you be?” He practically purred.
You continued to focus on your work, “Are you trying to flirt with me over a
“Yeah it’s kinda my thing and Liv’s too I’m guessing. Why, aren’t you enjoying
my advances?” His voice was teasing.
“Well I’m still more interested in the body, so I’ll give
you a two out a ten. Must try harder.” You told him.
“Shall we carry on with our tests?” Ravi voice went an octave higher as he
tried to catch Blaine’s attention. It didn’t work.
“Why won’t you look at me?” Blaine asked you, “Not scared of the big bad zombie
How he knew that you knew his secret was beyond you.
“We must not look at goblin men.” You replied, still focusing on the body below
“Excuse me?” Blaine asked and you could practically hear his sassy expression.
“It’s a poem,” The all-knowing Ravi told him, “Goblin Market by Christina
“Reciting poetry to me?” Blaine said, “I thought you said that my flirting wasn’t
“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed,
Their hungry thirsty roots?” You recited before finally looking up at him.
Liv’s sketch of him had been spot on, of course it didn’t
have his current twisted expression of anger and, what you were sure was, ever
present smugness. He caught himself and the anger faded from his expression
until he was just smirking at you.
“I’m not a goblin, I’m a zombie, much more attractive.” He
told you, his eyes lingering over your face then quickly taking in your form.
“But a goblin is only likely to curse you, not eat you.” You countered and
behind him you could see Liv and Ravi shaking their heads for you to stop. What
you may count as banter could get you killed, you knew that, but for some
reason it hadn’t stopped you baiting and teasing the man in front of you.
“Touché.” He smirked and put his hands on the edge of your
table and leaned over the body that you were working on, “I never got your
“Y/N, I’d shake your hands but, you know..” you glanced down at where you were
holding the man’s lungs in your hands and Blaine’s gaze followed.
He tilted his head slightly at the sight and scrunched his face up for a
moment, “Is it weird that I kinda find that hot?” He called over his shoulder
to Ravi, “Hey doc, is that a zombie thing?”
“God I hope not.” Ravi grumbled and eyed Liv suspiciously.
“No! Ew!” Liv protested and lightly slapped Ravi’s arm before she marched up
and stood beside Blaine, “Do you want us to do our tests on you or do you want
to leave? Y/N’s too busy to deal with you.”
“Shame.” Blaine shrugged and stepped back from your table and gave you a wink, “See
you around Doctor.”
You went back to you work but called up to him as he walked away, “See you
around Goblin boy.”
She cried, “Laura,” up the garden,
“Did you miss me?
Come and kiss me.
Never mind my bruises,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me;
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin merchant men.”
I noticed a recent post tagged 'grey market'. What exactly does that mean? (Does Cat Eyes count as a part of it, selling the Seeing-glasses?)
It’s not quite the black market - nothing sold is expressly forbidden. But none of it is strictly on the up-and-up either. Most of it is low-level magical, the kind of thing you wouldn’t find working off campus. So yeah, Cat Eyes’ glasses would count! There’s also plenty of protective charms to be found there, in varying levels of sinister.
TBH there's probably going to be some kind of fae black market which is only accessible on certain days/times of the year (e.g.: full moon, All Hallow's Eve, the solstices and equinoxes), where people can bargain anything from the vendors (even abstractions)...but not everyone returns the same
The Goblin Market! Buy anything, sell anything, eat nothing, pay more than it’s worth.
Inspired by reading Goblin Market, by Christina Rossetti, hence all the cat faced goblins, which I’m kind of obsessed with right now. Also inspired by looking at a load of Alexander McQueen dresses with all their gold and ornaments. This piece took me about two months to complete and was done in 2 pieces and assembled in photoshop.
Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: “Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheeked peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries– All ripe together In summer weather– Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy; Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine, Dates and sharp bullaces, Rare pears and greengages, Damsons and bilberries, Taste them and try: Currants and gooseberries, Bright-fire-like barberries, Figs to fill your mouth, Citrons from the South, Sweet to tongue and sound to eye, Come buy, come buy.”
Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bowed her head to hear, Lizzie veiled her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger-tips. “Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?“ "Come buy,” call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. “O! cried Lizzie, Laura, Laura, You should not peep at goblin men.” Lizzie covered up her eyes Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: “Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds’ weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes.” “No,” said Lizzie, “no, no, no; Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us.” She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man. One had a cat’s face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat’s pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry-scurry. Lizzie heard a voice like voice of doves Cooing all together: They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather.