She raises her foot to meet his sharp gaze
yet her trust fails to see the looming threat

She fails to see the support underground
people wish well, but fear the bayonet

His manner spells danger, he’ll get his way
pretends to kiss, wants to intimidate

she has time to loosen his deathly grip
jump out, be rescued rather than regret

Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge – Ekphrastic

The poetry form chosen is Blason

Image Credit: Willow

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