An arrow travelling
the arc of years, points
to a star, to a hill.
Urged for cool heavens;
bending to a bright rainbow's
seductive will.
Multitudes have hit the spot
in a veritable Agincourt,
whistling past for better or for worse-
the air is carved once more.
So observe again with interest
O, spectator under a tree.
An arrow travelling
the arc of years, hangs
as still as can be.
elPintor
Thu 23rd Feb 2017 21:05
It definitely takes more than one reading to begin assigning any meaning, but is still very intriguing from the first. Personally, I get the idea of a procession of events from some initial point in time. That may be very far from what you intended, but, as I said, the piece stands on its own without too many specifics.
A pleasure to read repeatedly..
elP
<Deleted User> (13762)
Thu 23rd Feb 2017 19:59
I like this Adam although tonight I am too tired to fully comprehend what it's about. Hopefully further comments or a good night's sleep will illuminate me. I'm guessing it's got nothing to do with a famous brand of cider?
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suki spangles
Fri 24th Feb 2017 16:52
Hi Adam,
This poem flows beautifully. What inspired you to write this?
Cheers,
Suki