Serina Hartwell’s Background Work For The Hidden Saga

Over the Christmas holidays, I never have much time to myself and so writing naturally goes out of the window until after the main chunk of Christmas is out of the way, but what I do often have time to indulge in is my photography, because I can pick it up and put it down.

IMG_20140925_213352This year has been such a roller coaster ride for me. 2014 has been one of the biggest and most memorable years of my life. I finally got published after many years of writing and trying so hard to get into the industry and when I looked back over the photos that I had taken, I saw a physical representation of my life. I had no idea that I had done so much, but the main thing that I’ve been doing since I started writing, is taking photographs which have served to inspire my writing.

The Hidden Saga is strongly based around the elements and so has driven my photography in that direction, so I’ve finally put the time aside to put together my own personal collection of pictures that I have taken for the mood boards for The Hidden Saga and I’d like to share them with you.

Just click this link to take a look –

I hope that you have an amazing New Year. I can’t only wait to see what 2015 brings, but I want to take the lessons learnt in 2014 with me.

Please enjoy another branch of my artistic work.

Serina Hartwell – Author of The Hidden Saga

Hear My Voice

Hear My Voice

Hear My Voice

I stand amongst the crowd and holler out

To be heard

By the many that

Stand before me

My voice is lost

To the clatter and din

I’m surrounded by a sea

Of people, I drown, I’m lost

Forever afloat

Looking for that island

That will support me


One person turns around to face me

To listen intently

To watch my every move

My whisper changes to a shout

Calling to him in the crowd

More turn to face me, as I speak

My words come tumbling out

Sand caresses my feet beneath me

As I look down

My island beneath, all along

I hold my head up high

Once more

And call out to the throng

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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The Promised Land

The Promised Land

The Promised Land

Let your veil of welcoming arms engulf me

Take me to where you journey far

To the place I cannot come from

Let sadness hold me dear

For I carry the notion close to me

That my hopelessness has found

An outlet who will accept me

That journey I am bound


For my restless heart surrenders

Their words are lost on me

I’m sorry tearful visitors

A task I could not complete

Life’s great journey held me dear

To suffer untold pain

I surrender to the burden

Of expectations bound to grace


Life take me on my journey

Take me to a world that I have found

To where they cannot touch me

Nor follow in my wake

I tried to do my quota

To keep the balance right

But insincere were my masters

To promise me the hopeful land


I take these notions harshly

I bury my fears within

They shall not know how I suffer

Nor lend me a helping hand

I cannot offer plenty

I cannot offer more

They have but drained me plenty

Please darkness open my door


My thoughts are exhausted deeply

My muscles creak and groan

I have but nothing left to give

May my suffering end today

May the wheel of fortune turn once more

And offer a moment in the light

May opportunity sing its faithful tune

And take me to the promised land


By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

If you like my work, tell a friend. Thank you for your support.