The Archer

The Archer

A Poem by Philip Wardlow
"

The feeling of being an 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

© 2013 Philip Wardlow


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A long time ago I learned archery but only with targets. I like the stance your archer takes and the steadiness required is key.You've described it very well. Nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Added on February 14, 2013
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Tags: fantasy, poem, poetry, adventure, fiction, archery, arrow

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Philip Wardlow
Philip Wardlow

Grand Rapids, MI



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I went back to college and took creative writing and english lit courses along with participating in several writing groups to hone my skills as a writer. I am into writing Horror stories, fantasy, .. more..

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