Fantastical pneuma, where imagination left floating in perpetual motion became the stars of night lodged in her eyes. Her dancing, turning the darkness into creative delight where incantation was inspiration, a sleep, a dream, an idea. Watercolor oscillations, flowing on a vertical line pointed her on a spinning compass towards the cherished ignition in her mind. Her steps, climbing backwards stairs and transcending normalcy, were feminine expressiveness, a sleep, a dream, an idea. ©February 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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