Ancient Dreams

An arrow on the wall can lead to imaginative encounters

Ancient Dreams


“I have a bow on my wall.

I placed it there myself.

It is primitive and ancient and all

I have is one wood tipped arrow.


The string is frayed from years of waste

The wood is brittle and split

I could not fire my one arrow

Or catch a frog with it.


And yet when I take it down

Turn it in my hands and set the string,

It has it’s own special sound

That cries to the ancient warrior in me.


It opens my memory to things I have not known

Of grass and hunts, early suns and dwindling stars.

And when I put it back again I know that I have grown

And that there is magic again in this world of plastic, steel and tar.”

The End

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