I won’t pray for a chance: I will not pray
For one good arrow, mine to grace the bow
And tenderly pull back; not mine to loose
Like wildfire in the air, as it dances
Past the winds, below clouds, further still,
Passing the target like a distant landmark.
I will not pray, for one spearhead alone.
Give me – give us – the chance of chances, yet:
The hope for change, the freedom, so
We can surpass the target as it stands
(Alone in the field – a target has no friends);
So we might willingly, and with delight
Volley ourselves as flocks of evening birds
Dancing out of sight, escaping free
Across the sky, retrying, infinite.
Another monthly challenge piece, this time a poem from May’s theme, ‘Possibilities.’ Do check out Glamourgeist to see what Blair’s up to: https://thewitchblair.wordpress.com/