With Rigid Arrow

by Anita Lubesh

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Will the brash beat
of these drums
send shivering flames
to the gods?
Will forsaking my invisible
others bring them down on me
still at odds?
Precarious is this war
of love.

Furiously the embers burn,
ashen hearts fall like doves,
blackened crests
fall weary to the archer,
lean and drawn.
He pierces mistrust –
another war
of love.
Still they fly –
aloft once more, but
wisdom has abandoned
the falling prey of
struggle,
tingeing their sultry skies
and hazardous way
to love.
An arena waits,
swept by feet,
filled to feast on
harmony’s greed.
But they love
this love
of bitter enemies
to be combated, yet
She flies through its face,
to be reunited
once more.

*”Love and the Soul had sought
and, after sore trials, found each other;
and that union could never be broken.”*

*”Cupid and Psyche”,

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2 Comments to “With Rigid Arrow”

  1. an amazing post. I love the imagery.

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