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
Dear Richard, I got your email. I mean, obviously I got it; else I wouldn’t be replying to it. You can probably see your email at the bottom of my email or something. I don’t know. I guess it depends on your client and your preferences, but yeah. Hi. It’s morning here, or I guess… Continue reading
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
Fitcher’s Bird (in her own words)
I am not weak. Now I have brought my sisters back, alerted my brothers, and made myself a creature of legend, there remains only the long, long walk that will trap the monster who intends me to be his bride. See how I glitter? He will never know me. Am I clever? Oh, yes; yes, I… Continue reading
The Fae Duchess of Doncaster
Her Ladyship, Beatrice Canderiel, the Fae Duchess of Doncaster, spent a day in Dublin, where she was photographed with her prize dogs at Trinity College. After her formal photographic meeting, she invited the photographer to come with her to one of Dublin’s many beautiful parks, where she intended to show an eager class of primary school… Continue reading
They Say We Dance
They say we dance the seasons of the year We sing the three Realms that the Old Gods kiss And call the Fae Folk when the mists draw near Look how we leave our shadows floating here And find the portals other men may miss They say we dance the seasons of the year Around… Continue reading
Every day’s the same. I get out of my beautiful bed with all the fluffy pillows. I attend to my personal toilette. I put on the single dress in the wardrobe. I make my way up to the tower roof to eat the breakfast that will be waiting on the table there. And then, I go… Continue reading
I miss my Gran. Of all the people in my (adoptive) English/Welsh family, it’s her I’d really like to talk to. Because she’s the one who knows how it all happened, I’m sure of it. She handled the deal with the Sidhe, she arranged the “private” adoption for my London parents. And that means she might know… Continue reading
Rain and Rain and Rain
Autumn comes early here. Engeland is known for its early autumns and late, short summers. I tell people, if you like rain, you should come here. And please make a space for me in your nice, warm country with all the sunshine. This? Is a bus shelter. You’d hardly know it from the lack of signage… Continue reading
Preparing for Ostara!
There’s no better place to get everything you need for your Ostara celebration than Dark Passions Events’ Ostara’s Altar event. I am loving so many things here there will probably be more than one blog post featuring items from this event: this post will show only a few of them! Ostara’s Altar opens today! Lumae comes back from a hiatus with this beautiful Neoma Catwa… 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.