A second life in pictures
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Top of the City
“Top of the City” by Kate Bush; YouTube link below. One more step to the top of the city Where just a couple of pigeons are living Up on the angel’s shoulders I don’t know if I’m closer to Heaven but It looks like Hell down there These streets have never been paved with gold Continue reading
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The Longest Short Walk Home
Warning The blank verse story below might make folks uncomfortable. It tells the story of a woman, different from others in her town, and a brief moment she endures on her walk home from a late night at her pub job. It shines a light on the shame we might feel when we are judged Continue reading
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Fox Mother And The Faerie Meadow
How alike we are, the Faery Queen and me, the Fox Mother. Centuries and continents and worlds divided, and yet we were born from the same desire, the same seeking if you will. We are the longing to explain the ineffable. We are the why the full pot of rice has disappeared without a sound. We Continue reading
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A Dream Of Spirits
The fox journey has seemed at times surreal, at times frustrating, and at all times inscrutable. I do not understand why this spirit fox picked me, why he keeps showing up in my dreams, why he so desperately wants to show me this or that. But this time, I thought I was alone. It seemed Continue reading
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Calling Spring
So much time alone. Even here in Faerie we are touched by the current human pandemic; our tourism has ceased for the foreseeable future, as we are not a wholly magical set of Realms like the Fantasy Faire, and our tourist base is largely in Realms where travel is heavily controlled. Now, of course, we’re lucky Continue reading
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An Unfamiliar Path
I don’t have to tell you, because of course you already know, that my mythology, my fae essence, is rooted in the West. There’s a poetry to the land of my ancestors, be they my human family long left behind, be they the Shining Throng of the Sidhe, or be they the gods and goddesses Continue reading
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An Orchard In Elemaria
When I came back from the rather less than formal ball held in the Drifts of Anamnesis, a desert which somehow became an oasis at exactly the right time, I admit I was feeling a bit drained and a bit sad. I know what you must be thinking, of course. ‘But who could possibly feel sad Continue reading
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The Rabbit Hole in Isle Of Shadows
I was feeling sad. After all, it was the last day of the Faire, and soon I’d have to take a portal back to Awenia and pick up all the pieces I’d left dangling for the last two seasons. I flew up to one of the clouds that hover over the Fairchylde in Isle of Shadows, Continue reading
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Why do you come to Siren’s Lore?
The Lady in the Sky, she says, ‘Why did you come here’? And I say, ‘I came here to dance’. And she just looks at me, all level, even though she is miles above me. ‘You take a walk first, and then we talk again’, she says. So I do that; it’s not every day the Continue reading
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Kitties And Bunnies And Bears! Or, How I Visited The Spirit Valley Of Kuruk And Did Not Find My Centre Or Experience Perfect Bliss And Tranquility
You have to go. That’s what everyone says, anyway. Sometime in your life, where your life is defined as that period of existence between physical birth and physical death, you must at one time or another visit the Spirit Valley of Kuruk. I will note that visiting the Spirit Valley of Kuruk is a challenge, because Continue reading
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Caution: contains poetry.
Three Twisted Knots 