Trapped in 2018
Sometimes we are all a prisoner to the muse. She has us trapped, or it our own doing. Sometimes I wonder. Thanks for sharing.
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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,