Senzafine
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Calling The Moon
The moon wanted more of my night I turned off the engine and the headlights The trees appeared as they’d never been gone I promised the fields I’d return from now on And the moon kept on rising I had no more to say I put my road maps away And surrendered the day And Continue reading
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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
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The Greening
So it may come as a surprise to you that I slept part of the winter away in the Guest House. This is a beautiful floating island house created by the architects at The Looking Glass, and it’s so cosy. I love the castle, but it’s so big! Now, of course, it isn’t drafty, because when Riven re-engineered it, she Continue reading
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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
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Portents….
Something alerted me today. Sometimes, the sounds in our magical forest are more than wind and birds, more than wolves and our own warriors. But it is hard to know where they come from. And so I scry. I make my way down to the scrying bowl, let the magic rise, toss in the appropriate herbs. Continue reading
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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
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Out of Legend
You think we come from some fairy story? You think we trip down the pages, as if they were steps from one of your fantasy castles? I assure you, we are there. But that is not where we come from. But the stories! you say. You think we are the stories? Oh, of course, we are Continue reading
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The Re-invention of Saga Silverman
It started last Saturday. My father had another of those never-ending receptions, and in the absence of my mother, I got to be the one parading around the mirrored hall, greeting guests and keeping a smile plastered on to my face. Of course, the dress was stunning, a Senzafine. I’m sure someone on Father’s staff knew Continue reading
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Autumn Reminiscence
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
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The Big Tea
Well, it finally happened. Her Majesty, Queen Gwyneth, Mistress of All She Surveys, had one of her people invite me for a morning tea in the Remembrance Garden. “Welcome,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing to be meeting up like this, after all this time. “I know I have promised you a face to 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 