Like an Orb
What am I known for? Tonight, I am putting apple-orbs in trees. Tomorrow I will put books on stumps. Sometime soon, there will be a remaking, inasmuch as there is ever a remaking. I The essential poem at the center of things, The arias that spiritual fiddlings make, Have gorged the cast-iron of our lives… Continue reading
Hedy Lamarr’s Attic
My attic’s my refuge. Now, you might think, “Hedy, what are you doing in your attic wearing a spectacular gown? The truth is, I had a Thing earlier tonight. Sure, a girl can walk away from her mortal life and retire somewhat quietly into Faerie, but celebrity never dies. There is apparently no Nu Jyorck fashion… Continue reading
So, What’s It Like To Be A Troller?
You have no idea. “Gosh, is your father also your uncle?” “Do you all grow so tall because of troll manure?” “I heard you secretly worship the troll and are trying to bring him back to life.” “I figured you’d be covered with dirt or drool or something.” “Wait, do they even allow people from Trollhaugen… Continue reading
Thinking of a Place
Sometimes, thought is everything. I’m moving through the dark Of a long black night Just moving with the moon And the light it shines And I’m thinking of a place And it feels so very real Just moving through the dark I’m moving through the dark Of a long black night And I’m looking at… Continue reading
Yeah, I know I should stick to the vapes. But sometimes, particularly when it’s cooler than it has been in weeks and there’s even a little breeze up here, I just can’t help myself. It’s not like I’m super busy, anyway. I mean, it’s pretty sweet, getting to use the outdoor breezeway in the housing estate… 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
My Life As A Pin-Up Girl
It’s not all work, work, work. It really isn’t. I do have a life. And I do the same things that you or anybody else might do with your days. I like to relax, like anybody else. I spend a lot of time in the garden. I love the peace and tranquility of nature. Of course,… Continue reading
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere….
I admit it. Even I love when Disney gets it right. And, I guess I’m the right age for this…. I love Beauty and the Beast. I very nearly wrote my thesis on it, but got talked out of it because there were so many novels and stories on the same topic coming out at… Continue reading
Fog and the Garden Some mornings are just full of possibility. You rise, you dress (And what a dress! Those miracle workers at Silvan Moon Designs have done it again!), you meet an owl along the substantial walk from the castle to the Garden, and you consider. “Do you think I should move the Garden… 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.