Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Vulnerable Truth


Swift she got under his thumb,
wooed to wed, cooed to wife, taut by grip
of charm to shush the alarm of her senses.
She pivots from the apparition:
a suave glove knuckling contempt.


Second place honors in a prompt by Angela Ball of The American Scholar to poem a "hand of lies", five lines of 7-9-11-9-7 syllables. Read her comments at:

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