Lumae
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What She Is
From Friðros: She brought me to a strange, almost empty landscape in the middle of the night. There was an Oberon standing guard, a single mill on a river, and a massive horn. ‘What are we doing here’? I asked. ‘I’m going to do some making’, replied Gwyneth, ‘and I thought you might find it… Continue reading
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Would You Give Everything?
We ask this of everyone We ask, when they come to us, full of fear or hope or promise or anger, Would you everything to be beautiful? The hopeful and promising ones, sometimes even the angry ones, they say, “No, no; never.” The fearful ones, they wait to see what the others say, and then… Continue reading
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Moonbathing
There are uncountable ways to see Faerie. Each of us, when (or if) we reach Faerie, will see it in our own way and from our own perspective. Tonight, I am seeing Faerie beneath a full moon. I think when Faerie is lit only by moonlight, you can see a lot more of the glimmerings… Continue reading
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Brán The Shutterbug!
Some of you know that my Chamberlain, Brán, has an on-again, off-again love affair with photography. He just got a fancy new camera, and of course he had to try it out on me eventually. He started, as he often does, in the Sacred Grove; it’s his favourite place to take pictures, he says, because… Continue reading
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The Ledge
We used to sayThat come the dayWe’d all be making songsOr finding better wordsThese ideas never lasted long The way is upAlong the roadThe air is growing thinToo many friends who triedWere blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledgeWe’re gonna meet on the ledgeWhen my time is up I’m gonna see… Continue reading
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The Noiselessness of Ling Xiao Long
First Voice: To wear this world of paper, you must firstImagine how the texture fits your form.It wrinkles there, and here’s a dash of red,and over there the shadow of a path. Second Voice: It’s not enough to be a paper doll;No, you must learn to breathe in two, not threeDimensions: forget depth, and think… Continue reading
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Poetry is an Echo, Asking a Shadow to Dance
Carl Sandburg wrote those words. Sandburg as a poet wasn’t studied overmuch when I was at uni doing my literature Master’s, but I had read some of his things in an independent study. He was on the short list of poets I wanted to cover in my PhD work, partly because, when I looked in… Continue reading
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Adjusting Expectations in J’doube
I won’t lie to you: J’doube is madness. After eight years of working Faire Security (because, let’s face it, the so-called “Pawlice” are really for punters to have a laugh about, and someone has to do the heavy lifting), I have never seen a Realm like J’doube. So when they sent a few of us… Continue reading
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What Have I Done?
It’s Faire Time. This year, I’ve sent a party ahead of me, just to scout around and see what there is to see. I’ll wait until the furore dies down and I don’t have to worry so much about handling huge crowds in the Fairelands. Of course, there will be crowds throughout, but the heaving… Continue reading
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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
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.
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