Four Queens Find Lancelot Sleeping, Frank Cowper
I fulfilled one of my ambitions today which was to try my hand at archery. I shot a bow and arrow at the Rathmoylyon fair. It was a lovely autumn afternoon and evening. I loved trying to control the strength in my right arm when holding the arrow back. I had three shots for 2 euro and scored 9 out 30. Of course I'd like to try it again. In fact I'd love to own my own bow.
I also got to do some writing this morning and worked on my sonnets. I wrote a new one called The Isle of Apples as I am still interested in Arthurian legend. I want to write another sonnet based on the legends. I had a vision earlier which I hope to convert into poetry later, or during the week about it.
Boyne Berries 8 is being launched in the Castle Arch Hotel in Trim on Thursday night at 8pm. I hope to attend and read my poem The Fall which is being published in it.
Autumn Leaves, Kenneth Leech
Oh dangerous business that. I read somewhere that the pull on an English longbow was said to be 100 lbs. Welsh yew! Why did they call it English?
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Isn't there a poem about shooting an arrow and it landed, I know not where?
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I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hi Frank maybe because the English used it predominantly or because Wales was then under their rule? I don't know to be honest.
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