All the tales you told I resisted.
Even when you insisted,
I stood tight-fisted.
Blacklisted.
Mad.
I said fairies never existed,
but you never desisted.
I stood tight-fisted.
Blacklisted.
Bad.
The stories you told me I twisted.
Thoughts I should have enlisted.
I stood tight-fisted.
Blacklisted.
Sad.
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Author Notes
Triquint, a poem for created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of 3 verses, 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3. The syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.
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