Art of the bow

Duncan Richardson

Featured image ©David e. Bell

Next time my son
when the snows melt
and the raiders come
on their ragged mounts
we’ll be ready.
Now you must learn
what my father taught me.
Here, take the weapon
watch well and listen.

Imagine your bow      is a falcon.
Clasp it firmly in the middle
where the body lies
place the arrow so
forming neck and beak
of the proud bird.
Rest the arrow notch
a neat talon
against the string
and holding the arrows tendons
draw back the wings
ready for flight
let the claws reach for your chest
still every fibre
                                    even breath
hold                           then loose the fiery hunter
feathers whistling