Ezine Article

Sunday, April 23, 2017

My Little Archer

                                               Photo credit: Maria Cecilia B. Villarosa

My Little Archer
(Sonnet Form)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 24, 2017

I am not cupid with wings to snare
I stood to trust with my dominant eye
My arrow’s end reaped a feather from lair
Grasped the bowstring, appeared ready to vie

Released my strength and listened to my breath
As force was pulling it down to the ground
That challenged distance and danced to death
Arrows braved the wind and fled being drowned

My creed will not fail in hitting the mark
Object remained aloof from where I stood
Aimed the high and enjoyed the morning lark
Dreaming one day to hit like Robin Hood

Whispered the bullseye to catch my arrow
Or hang my quiver and try tomorrow

Posted also: www.poetrysoup.com