Poem, Poetry, Word Prompt

The Weaver

Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Written for RDP, where leapingtoes asks us
 to get creative with the word “master”.
Thanks, Toes! Here’s where the prompt took me.

Image by Me & ChatGPT

They speak in silk and honeyed tones,
Each word a thread, precise and placed,
They map your fears, your wants, your bones,
And lead you where you think you’re safe.

The truth bends soft beneath their hand,
You cannot see the strings they pull
You move exactly as they planned,
Believing that your hands are full.

And when at last the pattern shows,
When all the threads fall into view,
You’re left dangling as the curtains close.
The puppet master leaves no clue.

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This is “I’m Your Puppet” by James & Bobby Purify

RDP Thursday : Master

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