Fairy Tale Moons Poster

Stories to celebrate a sky full of stars!

The posters in this series are based on the water color images created by artist Patricia DeLisa for the Fairy Tale Moons wall calendars that were published for several years. Each poster is beautifully printed, full-color 11x17 image suitable for framing or mounting. Ships in small poster tube.

The Firebird -  Inspired by the traditional Russian fairytale

“The third night Tsarevich Ivan went to keep watch in the garden and sat under the same apple tree. He sat one hour, a second hour, and a third. Suddenly, the whole garden was lighted as if by many torches. The firebird came flying in, perched on the apple tree, and began to peck off apples. Tsarevich Ivan stole up to her so softly that he was able to seize her by the tail. But he could not hold her; she flew away, and Tsarevich Ivan was left with nothing but a tail feather in his hand.” ~ from “The Firebird and Other Russian Fairy Tales” by Boris Zvorykin

The Star Coins -  Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm

“Then another child came and asked for a little shirt, and the pious girl thought, it’s dark, and nobody can see you. So you might as well give away your shirt. She took off the shirt and gave it away too. And, as she stood there, with nothing on whatsoever, the stars fell from the sky all at once, an they turned into hard shining coins. Though she had just given away her little shirt, she now had a new one of the finest linen. Thereupon, she gathered the coins together and was rich for the rest of her life.

Rip Van Winkle - Inspired by Washington Irving

In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Catskill Mountains. He was after his favourite sport of squirrel shooting, and the still solitudes had echoed and reechoed with the reports of his gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, o a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.”