Saturday, June 13, 2009

Take your Bow

All a quiver
Wishing I was somewhere else
Wishing all the while
I was someone else

From bough of yew
I’d taken up my bow
And shot that fiery orb
As it cast no shadow

Sunday, June 07, 2009


…Flying high;


Only to find
Terra firma
Rapidly rising
To bury your face
In mud again