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.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Battle of the HeartThe first major battle is fought,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,