Triolet Play I

Playing around with poetic form: A Triolet

Silence seals the pact
The hush of breath caught in his chest
Too frail to move, too weak to act
Silence seals the pact
Sworn in blood, bright crimson track
In aching truth too late confessed
Silence seals the pact
The hush of breath caught in his chest

 

 

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S. Kay Nash is a writer, editor, and bibliophile. She lives in Texas with a mad scientist and a peaceful contingent of dogs and cats.

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