Elke Enchanted

19/03/2026

Bubbly fun in the sun!*:.

15/03/2026

If you were granted one wish for the world... what would you wish? *:.

10/03/2026

12/02/2026

🌿 This gorgeous Green Goddess performance with the lovely Zoe Zen for Michelle Ma Belle of Sacred Circus Entertainment at Earth Frequency Festival was such a special moment.*:.

It really hit me — right in the feels — just how much I *love* the actual performance part of what I do.

Performing like this, among beautiful humans, at a festival that radiates unity and community love…

Those moments where you transcend beyond yourself and become part of something bigger. ✨

📸 AfroGrafiks

12/02/2026

The Stolen Child

W. B. Yeats
1865 –
1939
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

29/01/2026

That time my hair-do matched the venue decor! 🐦

Violet Birdcage - available as a duo of fabulous stilt dancers on peg stilts, or just myself as solo crystal ball contact juggler (as pictured here)

12/01/2026

....I really haven't worn this hat enough!

I'ma gonna start wearing this stuff to the grocery store just so they get to see the light of day and not just the back of my costume cupboard! 😅

better still... Anyone know of any Steampunk events coming up? 🥹 🧐✨💨🕰️⚙️🔍🧡🔅

Ooops! are my innerworkings showing?!

06/01/2026

This divine creature!*:. 🍄💕✨️

06/01/2026

So 🍄 in my ❤️ for you!*:.
Give yourself permission to take up space.
You belong here.
You are welcome.
There is no need to apologise for existing.
Take up as mushroom and time and space as you need.
💕✨️❤️✨️🍄✨️❤️✨️💕