
It’s taken a while but now I realise
that instead of walking with my eyes
on the paving stones, firmly set down
closing ears and mind to the traffic sounds
that if I’m after a pleasant surprise
instead I should raise them to the skies
to see battlements, arches, slit windows
how many arrows had been fired from those
well although actually if that’s not true
I can still imagine tales of derring-do
as I meander around doing my chores
smiling at the memory of tales of yore.
Love this. But neither do I know how many arrows have been fired from this, but I’m sure there’s been some 🙂
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