A French Rose 'Art of Archery'

A French Rose
'The Art of Archery'

"The curved arch is embedded in a mind forever
the sensual swirls of grain and strand memorized
tied knots are an Art in woven perfection.
I should teach milady a lesson"

A rally of laughter rang through the crowd
as Lord Flatterbush did a peacock strut
Tossing Jina a handful of fear in spats
"Shall I remind you dear Lady of our wager?"

"No, My Lord, I recall the agreement well."

"Well?"

Lady Jina rose her bow glaring the distance
watching the tree line for leaves that gust
field grass waves and hair in ghost dance blown
drew her line taught to her chin and nose ...

she let the line and arrow go!

The crowd hush in unison then cheered
"A bullseye?" Lord Flatterbush sighed a smile
"Never no matter, I win I get you for the night
you win, you get me for the night, isn't that right?"

Drew his bow and slug an arrow, into a furrow
chuckles from the crowd, Flatterbush still smiled
"What time shall I arrive to your bedroom?
Madam Mosel, I am all yours for the taking,"

Lady Jina curtsy formally smiling at her prize
"Sir, you shall have a date with my shovel
and stables, whenever your ready,"
Lady Jina lightly mumbled, the crowd rallied

... Lord Flatterbush grumbled.