Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Shrink an arrow
bend it back upon itself
strip it of feathers
give it a lead sinker & a cork
& a small steel eye
to aid its introspection
let the quarry do
all the travelling
drawn by flash or flicker
lure or wriggling bait
let it exhaust itself against
this irrevocable stillness
Dave Bonta (bio) often suffers from imposter syndrome, but not in a bad way — more like some kind of flower-breathing dragon, pot-bellied and igneous. Be that as it may, all of his writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).