The Archer – A Poem


ArcherCredit to Sheldon for Drawing**

The Archer

 

Left arm extended and locked,

arrow drawn to cheek as

fletching brushes two day old

stubble.

Right elbow bent, pointed

tight against quiver at back,

tendons taunt with muscles fixed.

Pressure of braided bowstring

bites deep into calloused ruined fingertips

as they itch to release.

Eyes forward, focused, unwavering,

towards a target who’s heart will know

the strength he holds at its final beat.

Steady….steady….Hold, Hold…

Release….

Fly Free…Fly True…to find death

Draw again

and repeat.

By Philip Wardlow 2013

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