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In Living Echoes
From Friðros: It isn’t worth it to follow the Shining Throng around everywhere. At best, it’s tiresome, fun old dad jokes told in tandem by Queen Gwyneth, Nathaniel, Security Chief Wulfrich and First Officer Brán notwithstanding. And those are the high points. At worst, I worry I’m becoming more like her. I noticed my eyes… Continue reading
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Awenia and Work
From Friðrós: Well, Fae Awenia is now Home, whatever that means. I’m getting the lay of the land, learning the way from here to there and back again, for whatever that might be worth. For my first job, Her Majesty assigned me to get the new Fae Court building into shape, make sure it all… 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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What We Become
They tell you when you start the roadThey tell you that the road is longThey don’t tell you it never endsThey don’t tell you that it’s all hills It’s beautiful, it’s beautifulIt’s long, it’s hard, and I am tiredAnd here among these picture booksPerhaps I’ll rest a little while They’re all well-kept, the picture booksLike… 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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The Moment It Happened
I think I said, ‘What’? Yes; it must have been Unable as I was to think beyond The stomach-fall, the tightness in my chest Consideration left me and I stopped. But context is important, we know this, So I will tell you what transpired before The moor-bell rang a message-bearer in And made the thorn… Continue reading
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Moor Dance
You’ve dreamed of fairies dancing on the moor How gracefully they start: how fair they are But soon, they’re overcome with their own flight They lose the roses nesting in their hair An audience of forest creatures stays But carefully: those tiny feet still hurt If they land on your spine or on your paws… 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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