The Tether
I wore a crown
yet bore a tether
made of blood and flesh,
and though I’m grown,
by flesh and blood
we’re tethered nonetheless.
The choir loft
resounds, triumphant.
Untethered, now you rest.
A quick poem for the Trifecta Writing Challenge’s weekend Trifextra. The challenge was to use the words tether, loft and crown together to create a 33-word piece.
Let me know how I did in the comments below, and check out the rest of the responses over the weekend!
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Brian,. the repetition works so great in this piece.. and the tether that binds us could be real and just our background.
Sounds like a Hymn…but that’s just the way my brain works.
There is such freedom in the last few lines. This makes me think of Amazing Grace, one of my favorite traditional hymns.
Very nice and evocative.
Like Janna, I immediately thought of Amazing Grace and that moment of sweet spiritual freedom. It was a prayer and hymn and it was beautiful.
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Such a spiritual feel Brian. COngratulations on your Trifecta success.
Agreed, very hymn-like and spiritual. The rhythm and word shuffle is great.
Very nice.
I love this so much Brian! Love the continuity, love the rhythm, love the subject. Brilliantly executed sir!
Freedom and peace. I agree with Suzanne as well. The continuity is stellar.
Brilliant and creepy. I really, really like this.
Dude this is excellent.
Beautiful!
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