Lelutka
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On the Wind
There’s something about a cloudless night. Or that’s how it seems. I recall my (human) father always referring to a moon covered with clouds as a ghostly galleon, after the Alfred Noyes poem. And maybe we don’t associate a clear night with magic, or omens, or stories. Maybe. Maybe we don’t. But I felt something.… Continue reading
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Someone’s Gallery
It’s been a long time since I found myself in a realm and didn’t realise how I ended up there. It’s even been a long time since I dreamt of such things. I confess, I’d fallen into a sense of complacency, I guess you’d say: that is, I became comfortable with the illusion that I… Continue reading
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Constant As The Moon
I have been absent a while. I can only apologise for that. Thanks to the many Awenia Fae who kept My Realm safe over the last few months, and thanks also to you, invisible but important readers, for bearing with me and having faith that I, like the light, would return. ‘Constant as the moon’,… Continue reading
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After The Opera
I remember everything. From the first haunting strains, through the climax of Act I, and into the tears of Act II. The details come to me in dreams: the places we went, the melodies we shared, the deep red of roses, the underpinning of music, and the love of music, and the longing for the… Continue reading
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Early Passage
When the barley harvest ends our AugustEven if the wind stays just where it is An interior axis tilts to northAnd whether or not it is measurably there Created crispness salts the air and mistsOur memories with bonfires and woodsmoke. And so I’ll take the early passageEven if the weather turnsEven if the summer holdsA… Continue reading
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Short Time
It’s been so long. Yes, as usual, I have spent all my time working. The practical side of faery is no less real than anything else you read, but it does not leave everyone’s favourite svart alfar very much leisure time. This is my last faery tour job before I take a short holiday, and… Continue reading
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Things I am Not Meant To Do, Part I
By Princess Briar Rose, aka, Talia, aka, That Girl, aka, The Cursed One, aka, loads of other names people just haven’t called me to my face yet. I’m not allowed up to the moor To catch the copper twilight slant I’m not allowed even to view The windows of Maleficent I’m not allowed to visit her… Continue reading
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Sweet Disillusion
Get involved with a mortal, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll get to see all sorts of amazing things, they said. Is this amazing, or what? I’m gonna go with, or what. I swear, you have a beautiful whirlwind courtship following your debut at Queen Charlotte’s, a classy wedding in Tuscany (cost a quarter of… 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 