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    Ode to Enchantment


Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. - Eugene O’Neill


Ode to Enchantment


The poem says Wednesday’s child is full of woe.

About that truth the poet was not wrong.

Wherever you are, wherever you go

The night is dark, and the highway is long.


Grendels you must face, dragons you must slay.

Treasure you can find; seek the hidden door.

Magic will help you, find it when you play.

Seek charms and enchantment, hear Aslan’s roar.


Fragments of stories collected with light,

The world is enchanted, often surreal. 

And what’s essential is hidden from sight,

So trust not reason but what you can feel.


"Let your soul shine,” my father used to say. 

Like a sparkling star it will light your way.

Pigment prints on Hahnemühle photo rag baryta (315 gsm, 100% cotton) available in two sizes: 11"x11" and 20"x 20,” for edition number and to purchase, email

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