That tone – teeth clenched lips taut the coldness in your gaze I swallow anxiously shifting foot to foot await raise of hand fist clenched
Public displays seldom tell-all, Vanity figures performance called for – a ruse to make the hordes pander. Clearly fault lies with us, audience fuelling rhetoric, lapping up the hate.
Touching Resentment Imbibing Sadness Tumbling Feelings Underlying Loss (In response to Ragtag Community’s prompt for today: tristful.)
Idleness fills his hours as if time knows no limits I devour moments, afraid tomorrow will forget me we see-saw between treacherous righteousness and fusty
Evil dons a political mask, puppetry performed with carefully construed phrases, public favour swayed… and as a final ruse deploys duplicitous vestments declaring divinity onboard.
The knight’s bravado is all well and good, until the dragon wakens. (A haiku for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? challenge – the featured