Just playing with the new toys, and putting ideas together. Trying to put the male wings together. Oh well, Hi Ho.
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.
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
SoIt has happened once again, as it has done every millennium or so. The Great One, has means in his ways. These wars, of total annihilation, act as a cleansing process.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,