Crow calls, silver scented chaos on a wing, the first bird in our fable, servant of the eternal treated like a lesser thing, she has pierced the veil of remembering, sky-scattered ash, forlorn tales warning of apocalypse, past or forward-telling; projectiles of perhaps; of gross human failing; humanity’s mishaps, of greed, and taking, wings flap…
Tag: fantasy
CHAPTER 5: Poggle, George & The Dragon
Originally posted on The Library of Lost Wands:
The Library of Lost Wands, Epic Potterverse Fanfiction set in 1919 by Antonia Sara Zenkevitch, Disclaimer Go to Index of Chapters The next day began in a subdued mood, but as The Eagle chugged out of Paris at 4 o’clock the grey dawn drew its first rays…
Real Fantasy
(post formally called ‘the magic touch’) I love magical realism, the unexplained sitting side by side with routine, reasoned reality. Perhaps I love it because in truth reality rarely appears very reasonable. My fascination may in part be because that taste of magic fulfills in me a yearning for everyday enchantment, but not too much…
Unquiet Dream
Emerald Borderland
Where once the fey
Kept their gateways
Between realms,
Now, the frontier of man
Patrolled, man marking ways
As in more troubled days
Clutching old guns,
Yet, one day the Fey return.
Zebra Unicorn
Alternative Text: a zebra unicorn stands on clover grass under a starry night sky full of shooting stars Unicorn Zebra rarest of the rare, horses say we don’t exist, seek us where we roam. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Dragon Thaw
The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,
Thus, the rider sought the dragon
Iron Scale beneath her bridge
“we need your breath of fire
For life to prevail,”
The rider said.
One roar,
Spring.
CHAPTER 4: Porte de Versailles
Originally posted on The Library of Lost Wands:
Back to the beginning Return to Chapter 3 Disclaimer Plaintive hoots and rustlings came from the onboard owlery, joined by the clicks and bangs of carriage doors as strangers alighted or joined the train. They had arrived at Porte de Versailles in Paris. The clock chimed one.…
Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)
Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned, Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds. Antonia Sara…
Mirror (#writephoto)
Mirror;
berobbed weapon
scrying, warning, being
wars of crimson in reflective
flat-blade,
The Wyverns of King’s Cross Station
Finsterhuf and Zauberdorf by Antonia Sara Zenkevitch For those who like Harry Potter, fantasy, historic fiction, steampunk journeys, escapism or a read of a good free book, I’m proud to say that I’ve unleashed my not so inner child to write The Library of Lost Wands. The first chapter, plus a lot of art work…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 