Archer of Arts

Archer of Arts

A Poem by Hywel

With these words I can fashion a bow,

For the arrows words sheathed in soliloquies,

The shaft a list of stanzas,

A string of verse wound together

Tight knit

Woven with sentiment


And with this I possess the noblest of weapons

To let fire

Release slicing through the air

Like music it whispers to the most sullen of hearts


A wrought iron head

That pierces armour

Embeds itself in the soul of the most steadfast of warriors

Emotive quivers in the depths of my rhetoric

My bursting arsenal

Of truth

For lies


The lancing of linguistics

Pinned strong with bodkin

An instrument of war


With the purest form of romance


Heartfelt hurt the battlefield

And I am the Archer of the arts

No pertinent paintings

Pen and paper

Forever posed for war

© 2020 Hywel

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems

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Added on January 16, 2020
Last Updated on January 16, 2020



United Kingdom

Budding poet and writer of short stories from South Wales. more..