It’s raining inside again But only upstairs The grups have forgotten The nursery’s up here I’m too old for nursery but they don’t agree How can they know when they never see me? Fae children aren’t grown ‘Til a century’s gone They always forget me I’m alone and forlorn Go away, go away Rain get… Continue reading
“It’s Life, Captain, But Not As We Know It”
My father had a tea cup with a picture of Mr Spock on it and this quote. I can remember my mother teasing him about it. He must be, she said, the only elf with this obsession with Star Trek. I can tell you now that’s not true: I have met a few elves who… Continue reading
Days Like These
Because The Author isn’t OK with showing you all where she sits and cries for her world, she’s asked me to do it for her. The song’s from Billy Bragg, released in 1985. History marches on. The party that became so powerful by sinking foreign boats Is dreaming up new promises because promises win votes… Continue reading
The Door Into Autumn
It’s not what you’d think. You’d think, if someone told you there was a door to autumn, that beyond this door there would be sweet smelling coffee drinks. And maple leaves. But the truth is, the journey to autumn, although it is always the same, is always changing. That was paradoxical. I am allowed to be… Continue reading
You think you know us
You say we are dark because we come from down below I say we are dark because we are the face of shadow You say we are freakish with our shocks of silver hair But I have seen your partners with their bleachpots and their envy stare At us who tend the blooming crystals, mine… Continue reading
Another Visit to the Rainbow House
It felt good to be back. I mean, I know it’s not my house, but I think if I had a house like this, I would want it to look exactly so. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face when I went back to the Rainbow House. Once more insulated from the beautiful but cold… Continue reading
The Rainbow House in the Stained Glass Grove
I’m beginning to think this little Realm is really one of those list songs. You know, like, “There’s a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea,” or “The Rattlin’ Bog.” Because I swear there was no rainbow house in the Stained Glass Grove when I found myself there before. What does a rainbow house look… Continue reading
My Well-Kept Secret
Yes, I have one. I know I frequently wax rhapsodic about ballgowns and the like, talk about beautiful venues, and explore exotic pocket universes. But…. Sometimes there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here, Haven. Even though it’s my private home, and it’s not all that special, blah, blah, blah…. Oh, who am I kidding? This place… Continue reading
The Certainty of Rain
This year has been something else. It’s been the longest, hottest summer anybody can remember. And here I was, thinking I was the luckiest Naiad alive: spend a summer studying folklore and literature in Paris, get to know the Nymphs of the Seine, practice my not-very-good French on a city full of every kind of being… Continue reading
We Are All The Story
Alone in the woods, I am looking for something. I don’t know what I am looking for, but that’s not unusual. I hear a noise, not far away, and I turn to see Another version of me, telling stories to animals. Her/my voice rises and falls, and they are rapt. Dragons flutter round the edges, bunnies… Continue reading
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.