Threads of Deceit

THREADS OF DECEIT The puppet flexes with threads of gold, the hobby of his mistress to sew. His wife kneels on impenitent boards, parquet cold. The puppet flexes with threads of gold. Scurrying out, floorboards creaking and bold, he’s grown a larger nose, than the man she once knew. The puppet flexes with threads of gold The hobby of his mistress to sew 10/16/2017
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October 17, 2017 at 3:02 AM
I wrote a triolet, only a week ago or something (not on Soup, but my awesome writersforum), I don't think it's easy at all, although it seems simple enough with all the repetition. But actually you have very little space to maneuver, because only a few lines are 'free'. Beautiful triolet, Kim.
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October 17, 2017 at 7:36 AM
Thanks so much, Darren! So true. It is trying to find a clever refrain and then make the few lines you have pop. :)
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October 16, 2017 at 10:23 PM
Excellent. Very creative write. Enjoyed reading it.Thanks
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October 17, 2017 at 7:36 AM
Thank you, Ravi!
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October 16, 2017 at 8:06 PM
This line made me smile,"he’s grown a larger nose, than the man she once knew." Very creative... A good evening to you
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October 16, 2017 at 8:17 PM
Thanks, Arturo!
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October 16, 2017 at 4:37 PM
Quite a tale of deceit!
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October 16, 2017 at 5:40 PM
For sure! Thanks!
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