Ode to Arrow

Had he a quiver, as Artemis?
Embossed insignia, buckskin stitched
Pandora’s precious satchel, steadfast
Braced to spine as iron to drowning lung

Had he a bow, as Apollo?
Strung taut, thread of goldenrod
Emblazoned with fate’s interferences
Pierced as kismet to Achilles’ bleeding heel

Had he an arrow, as Eros?
Opium dipped, love’s apocalypse
Molten tipped, deluge of lanceolate
Sloped as bee-stung lip to aching skin

Oh, if so—
Be the warden
Of my heart’s reserve
And, if it—
Pleases thee, conserve me

| a. duncan, 2019 |

 

 

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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      1. I’ve said this before, but thank you ever so much for always leaving such uplifting feedback for my humble stories. Having such a supportive reader like you really inspires me to continue writing vivid new stories for people to enjoy…so thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me the motivation to keep going! 🙂 🌸

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