Just playing around with ideas
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;
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,