To Be Touched
The Muse has taken the wheel, and wont let me out.
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.
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
Fall of Ketpoc
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,