
Master of Deception
The tongue smooth and the voice syrupy Luring those with a sweet tooth Like bees to a honey pot Once captured the tone would change Becoming peppered with stinging hot jabs meant to harm like salt in a wound Beware the master of deception Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Punam is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse. The prompt tonight is “Pepper” in any form. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.