Blessed Be 2019
Blessed be to all my Celtic and Pagan friends
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
Third Apostle's LetterIt's great to be back, amongst my finest companions. It was good to meet and converse with Nathaniel. But "there's no place like home." So the Ancient saying goes.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;