Author: Seren J.H. Wolfe

Do not fall in love with a writer. — finding serendiipitii

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This poem placed 3rd in a national contest by the National Poetry Institute of Canada and is © Ashley Gallaher-Pollard, an amazing poet and I am proud to say a close friend. Follow the link, you will enjoy her blog and her artistry with words.

Do not fall in love with a writer.    They can paint with colors that you have never heard of before, and create new worlds with one strong emotion. They have a heart that outstrips any fuel source, and is full of butterflies and frustration. They come alive in the early hours of morning, when […]

Do not fall in love with a writer. — finding serendiipitii

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just bliss. — finding serendiipitii

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and you’ve never tasted the Universe until you count the stars that have settled in your irises, and match them to hers; there is harmony within their fingers, tracing black and white down their temples ancient symbols of becoming one whole and you would never have guessed, never seen it coming, if she had told […]

just bliss. — finding serendiipitii

Never Fade Away, Part 1 — finding serendiipitii

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This is a fanfiction I’ve been writing loosely, and is based on Cyberpunk 2077. This small series contains spoilers for the game Cyberpunk 2077, as well as some violence. V. Living legend of Night City, Heywood born and bred, a street kid to a fault, and the best damn merc the Afterlife has seen. She’s […]

Never Fade Away, Part 1 — finding serendiipitii

it’s past tense because they don’t matter.

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she couldn’t see the abyss through iron, she just wanted to get back home.

shattered faces and slithering tongues, seeing both sides of the world is the curse of a heterochromia heart,

jaded in one eye, crushed in the other; the shield of metal on her forearm more arm than shield,

it’s just drowning silently, with a smile, they coaxed, open arms with razorblade embraces,

they named it the call of the void, she remembered

and wondered what it would look like on the other side
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retrouvailles

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Finding Serendiipitii is the blog of my good friend Ashley-Gallaher-Pollard and filled with her poems and other musings. Follow the link below and LIKE her site to be sure you don’t miss any of her offerings.


You won’t be disappointed.


Poetry by Seren – Check out her new poetry book What the Sea has Wrought as well her one of her offerings below.

retrouvailles

If you enjoyed Retrouvailles as much as I did then please check out the link below for her debut collection of poems, “What the Sea has Wrought”

Primordial’s Tradition VI (Yule 2019 Revisited)

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Nyx is wrapping up her traditional Yule celebration, not expecting the most unexpected of endings.

By Ashley Gallaher-Pollard

https://thenightstales.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/a-primordials-tradition-vi-rewrite/

Image by Rachel Burkum from Pixabay

Primordial’s Tradition; Yule Celebration 2019

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Nyx finishes out a long evening of gift-giving to her immortal family and friends

https://thenightstales.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/a-primordials-tradition-v-rewrite/

Image by Anja🤗#helpinghands #solidarity#stays healthy🙏 from Pixabay

A Primordial’s Tradtion, IV (Rewrite)

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Nyx continues her gracious Yule tradition with the deities. (originally published December 2019)

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

The Night's Tales; tales from the Beginning

I left the table and slipped another glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray as it glided by.

I better slow up on these or I’ll be all over Dinlas later, I thought as I took a sip. Then I shrugged.

There’s worse things to do tonight.

I could feel Hekate before I ever saw her, and I followed her magic to the center of the hall where she was surrounded by enraptured staff and a fascinated Viridios. A beautiful dagger rested in her hand, the handle fashioned in the shape of an ornate key. She twirled it around her finger, making some of the staff flinch horribly, until she tossed it in the air, high above their heads. A collective gasp came from the spectators, and it landed with a satisfying hiss into its sheath on her hip. Enthusiastic applause followed as Hekate took a swig of something dark…

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I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii

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I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed      no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls,       signs suggesting an escape from my reality are nonexistent.these white-washed walls stand at attentionfor my eyes only; examining the lives I livedmany moons before.                   The doors […]

I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii