Saoirse Full Moon
Is it a cape, or a bad attempt at hair.
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
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.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?