A CURSE TO ARCHERY

A CURSE TO ARCHERY, by Aidan Redwing

I am but a weapon
in the hands of tyranny
No choice but to march
To the orders they decree

Does the target blame the arrow
Or the hand that plucked the string?
Does the arrow weep
when blood is drawn?
If it had the chance
would it sabotage the shot?

While a soldier’s hands are bound
A poet’s tongue is free
It sings of lamentation
And a curse to archery

 

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Aidan can be found telling stories of elves, pirates and other fantastical beings to any who would lend an ear. Aidan’s published works The Problem With Pack Goats (Wyngraf), The New Moon Gambit (Gwyllion) and several upcoming works. Aidan’s poem The Highwayman’s Revenge received a nomination for a Pushcart Prize. When not  busy plotting and scheming, Aidan also interns as an editor. If you want to find out more about this strange being, you can find them lurking about on facebook by clicking the following link https://www.facebook.com/aidan.redwing.5 , tweet them @a_redwing, or send a raven to a.redwing.writing@gmail.com