Avengers’ Masque
Her costume, a gown of fine wine, her mask
set with pearls clasped to her face by ribbons
woven into her tresses for the task
of concealing sharp toothed combs. Those ribbons
doubled as garrotes to choke betrayer’s
throats if she could lure the king’s killers out
to the veranda. Did the betrayer
see circling near that his doom had turned out?
The whisper silk of her dress gave notice
of her progress across the ballroom, booze
kept all but one, and not her accomplice,
from watching the killer, that one guest whose
sword belt held not a copy tied for peace,
but a Guardian’s blade wanting release…
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This sonnet takes place after the events recounted in (prose) The Death of the King and the crown of sonnets surrounding those events, collected in Tales of Shayari. The story continues in Chandelier’s Swing.
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This sonnet is for this week’s Stomp Prompt: costume and the Daily’s Post’s photo challenge: Eye Spy.
Such a wonderful poet, you are! This is a great Sonnet! 🙂 Thanks for playing!:)
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You’re welcome 🙂
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another beautiful sonnet
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Thank you, this is a scene from a story I’ve not yet written. It was rattling around in my head so I sonetized it (I’m sure that’s not a word butit ought to be!) (in reply to another comment that got flagged as spam–I’m very sorry about this.)
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i imagine a story will follow at some point. You are welcome.
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as soon as I have a minute to type it, yes
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