Arrow – Written Thursday 13th September 2022 (Aged 47)


i shot an arrow –
which pierced a dream
just as i built a rope swing
that hung from an oak beam
who knows,
what it actually means
after all,
she is not my queen
and that much is true
that much i can see
because i did not serve them
and they did not serve me
all i did,
was act like a serf
just waiting to receive a bone
have they misunderstood our servitude
as they slump on their thrones
i shot an arrow –
that pierced a scream
you built a book of solid speech
just to explain what i really mean

James Garratt – Thursday 13th September 2022

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