Serial killer, folksong singer,
croons Pete Seeger tunes.
Strums guitar strings
while pressing fret on neck.
Wicked smile then splays his lips
when nightfall comes, he changes gigs.
Metal strings undone from fret
now seek a human neck.
Reminder note:
new strings needed tomorrow.
Kim hosts Quadrille Monday today at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. She asks us to include the word “fret” or a form of the word, in our post. Quadrille: a poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Photo from Pixabay.com
Yikes!
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Yup! Have no idea where these dark things come from….sometimes they just appear on the page from my pen!!!! Truly, I am a very kind, law abiding, gentle person! 🙂
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My goodness, Lill, your troubadour is scary, with his serial killer smile and metal guitar strings! He would make an excellent character in a crime thriller.
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Have no idea where these macabre posts come from….somehow my pen just moves and they appear on the page!
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Wicked and a fabulous twist!
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Thanks! Definitely went to te dark side with this one….surprised me when I saw the words on the paper!
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😊
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Very dark Lillian. You see these people on the street and don’t know what secrets they carry. Yikes indeed.
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Oh Toni….sometimes I shock myself when I see what I’ve written. Truly, I am a very gentle person. But somehow, these words wrote themselves!
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I wonder it there were any strings attached to that victim if so he will get caught.
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Hah….fingerprints on the guitar strings? Or because he’s a troubacour…which usually means wandering….is he able to strike and then move on? Oh dear….HOW can I write things like this????
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You just never know what some peoples’ moonlighting might be. Sounds like labors of love for both. lol
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Oh my yes. This guy defines the idea of moonlighting a second career! 😦
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Wow, the stuff of novellas. Garroting is a favorite of assassin’s tools, but a guitar string is inspired; smile.
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Yeah well….this guy is definitely puffing on Puff the Magic Dragon’s drug of choice and hopefully, won’t wander too long before he’s caught! Sometimes I just look at the words I’ve written and truly don’t know where they came from! Dark side for this one….and truly I’m really a Pollyanna at heart!
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So creepy… But very well written. 😱
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Well…..I’ll finally get back to my comments and reading posts during our dVerse hiatus!
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Oh, my! …a scary night at the lock-up!
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Wow, I wasn’t expecting that! Sinister…well done…
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Yep, I imagine those strings are unusable. Unexpected but very good. 🙂
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Wicked, Lilian.
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This is kind of eerie! Boston strangler by night?
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So dark but so well written..
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Chilling, Lill!
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The juxtaposition of the aweful and the awful. Great.
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That man plays for blood Lillian oowee! Powerful poem!
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Great post 🙂
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I laughed. I’m not proud of it. Marvelous.
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Touch of Dylan…(K)
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Vocal Chord Strings
Yet to Fret.. Words
Sing Along Fingers
Dance with Toes too..
Piano Percussion HeART
Beats too Strike A Note
BRinG
STRinGS
ALiVE iN
Dance of Steps
Words of Song
Free NoW SinG..:)
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Dylan meets Dexter. Wild!
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Ooh, Lillian. How deliciously dark.
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I wonder if he only chooses the highest tippers? Hmmm. Vewy Scawy 🥶
Well written lil
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Thank you, Lona! Finally will have time during dVerse hiatus to get back to comments and do some reading 🙂
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