The Archer

for dVerse

Trumpets sound in the morning air

The field is laid so deadly green

Noble knights roaming everywhere

But I only watch the archers

Will he come? Again the trumpets blare

My small favor for the winner

And a gold arrow if he dare

So I only watch the archers

The sun climbs high above my chair

On the green brave knights fight and bleed

The rowdy crowd cheers their warfare

Yet I only watch the archers

At last! See how the archers fare

They shoot arrow after arrow

But no sign of bold Robin there

And I only watch the archers

The crowd shouts, the winner declare

He smiles to receive his prize

They catch Robin Hood in their snare

Yet I only watch the archer

My heart is drowning in despair

But his men spring from every side

Fighting till they flee elsewhere 

Still I only watch the archer

Snow-Child

for Magpie Tale 247
dVerse

I’m waiting for the swirling snow

To stand in a world turned crystal

Stretching wide in a cold white blanket

I’m wrapped tight in a warm blanket

The frozen window between me and the snow

The glass panes are frosted like craved crystal

I’m dreaming of bright winter crystals

Head on the pillow; tucked under the blankets

Everywhere and everything covered in snow

I’m a snow-child with a crystal throne in a world blanketed with white

Moon Rose

for The Honeybee

enchanted petals
opening
crimson like a rose

in the moonlight touched
faint rose
opens for the muse