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.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
V-DaySpies have informed Kindaal of invading Wigrae;
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;