Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #595

Words:  leaping, serene, face, numb, killing, page, halo, quiver,
        sighs, twig, mind, voice

He was the voice
of the Stock Exchange–
made a killing, face
on the front page
of Time.  Leaping
from one deal 
to the next, he was 
said to have a brilliant
mind.  His halo began
to tarnish, and his
usually serene demeanor
showed quivers around
the mouth.  His investors
were numb with shock
when they found out
they had been swindled
by a mastermind. A mighty
oak was left a twig.  
People sighed, cried,
shouted in anger,
pounding their fists
against the wall.  They
would never see their
money again.  His rotting
in prison was no consolation

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Mastermind

  1. VJ says:

    Far too many of these about, and you’re right, there is no consolation for the victims


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