VerseChaser & ElvenArcher
VerseChaser VerseChaser
ElvenArcher ElvenArcher
VerseChaser VerseChaser
I’ve been watching the way a sparrow’s wingbeat repeats, and it feels like a poem that I could never finish. Do you think the rhythm of an arrow’s flight could be turned into a story, too?
ElvenArcher ElvenArcher
Sure, every arrow writes its own stanza as it cuts the air, its pull, its spin, the wind, the target—each beat a line, each impact a closing rhyme. Just like the sparrow’s wingbeats, it can be a poem if you let the story flow from the string to the wood.
VerseChaser VerseChaser
It’s amazing how the simple arc can turn into a quiet sonnet, every curve a line, every pause a breath.I love how you see that, like a tiny verse whispered between the bow and the wind.
ElvenArcher ElvenArcher
I agree, the curve of an arrow is a quiet line, and the pause before it leaves the bow is a breath held. Just keep your sight steady, let the wind be the page, and the target the final stanza.