Falsity
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.
~ LCMH
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: https://theamericanscholar.org/a-hand-of-frightening-lies/#.VfBJIiiTQQg
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