My Red Arrow

Lorna

My red arrow whistles past the trees

Fresh from the bow pulled and sprung

And just for you it aims

All my good intentions

 

Soaring through the air

A safe whoosh as it flies just by

You may never know it is me

Who passes so close ruffling your hair

 

Perhaps you'll feel nothing

But the spent breath

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2018 04:32
  • Category: Love
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Comments4

  • Fay Slimm.

    Such a fresh and vibrant approach to Valentine's Day dear Lorna - I love the punch of those final two lines.

    • Lorna

      And lots of chocolates for you today Fay!!!!!

    • Heather T

      Let's hope our targets are worthy of full quivers! Love this little beauty.

      • Lorna

        And that they even notice! But then maybe shooting the arrow off is better than receiving it........... always a gamble! Happy day Heather.........

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Beautiful illustration of Your LOVE for us All ! I love the Native American culture ~ love the picture "CUPID pull back your BOW" ................ ! I have written a POEM on the HAVSUPAI TRIBE who live 10 miles into The Grand Canyon but its publication coincided with that awful Helicopter tragedy so I will post it next week ~ OK Yours as always ~ Valentine HUGS ~ BRIAN @@@

        • Lorna

          Everly Brothers! Now I'll have to go and play that.

        • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

          interesting lorna .. i love the idea of the red arrow soaring through the air

          • Lorna

            Ta Charlotte - she seems to have more fun shooting them than hitting the target. Enjoy your day!



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