Those who hold a pen
Can shape a world
A runaway
In a strawberry field
Or a cluster of aging trees
They’ll cheat destiny
To craft the perfect world
A perfect lie
For you
They’ll capture you,
With just the lightest touch
Or from the widest range
Swivel round
Dear friend
Before it is too late
Lest I find you
Euchred
And broken
Beyond belief
How can’t you see them?
The Mythomane
As they twist and hold
Your soul
Written for this week’s Wordle over at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. An interesting bunch of words this week but I am pretty proud that I managed to use them all.
A. E. Bratchford 
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