by Unknown
Aug 2010 319 Views 1 comments
Sherwood
Outlaws mount the
hillside, their boots
drenched with dew.
Rooks caw, moles
delve. Hunched at
a yew, Robin's aware
it cannot yield
the kind of shaft
to win the heart
of Lady Marian. Etched
with frost, the air
receives his sighs.
His men lay an
easier trap.
hillside, their boots
drenched with dew.
Rooks caw, moles
delve. Hunched at
a yew, Robin's aware
it cannot yield
the kind of shaft
to win the heart
of Lady Marian. Etched
with frost, the air
receives his sighs.
His men lay an
easier trap.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
This was inspired by my favourite film, "The Adventures of Robin Hood" (1938), starring Errol Flynn as Robin Hood and Olivia de Havilland as Maid Marian. The home in which I live was once known as Sherwood. I'd like to take up archery!Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (1)
yes, you have to chose your arrow carefully -
and your target..