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,


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)


berobbed weapon

scrying, warning, being

wars of crimson in reflective


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…

still here; still hear

Hello, I say to friends, poets, travelers and unknown warriors,

I have not posted on this site for a long while initially due to being messy-busy then due to being very unwell. I seem to have collected chronic illnesses to add to life-long and new disabilities. I’ve recently written an article in a local newspaper called Left Lion about these experiences, so instead of boring you here, I’ll let you decide if you’d like to know more by clicking the link.

For a while, I could not write or talk much, which let me tell you, refocuses you somewhat when you can. I’ve been slowly compiling my work into books. Between computer and brain crashes and bouts of bardic outbursts, this is taking time. I’m also trying my hand at fan fiction, which began as an exercise to flex my literary muscles while escaping the adult world, yet seems to be evolving. I will shortly be posting a link…