Written for RDP, where leapingtoes asks us
to get creative with the word “master”.
Thanks, Toes! Here’s where the prompt took me.
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.
NAR©2026
This is “I’m Your Puppet” by James & Bobby Purify
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
The puppet masters are so good at what they do
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