The Muse 2018
We all know how it feels when the muse gets hold of you. And how she inspires us all.
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.
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,