Madame Serene's Last Call
Poetry on Fate
This is for Mikeydred's March prompt.
Are we the masters of our fates? Michelle Liew
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Madame Serene, dressed in silk
Told of fates with knowing tongue.
"Weal or woe? Let's see the will--
Shadows shift where chance has won."
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A man laughed. "Fate's but a game."
She smiled and sipped her tea--the same
"Then let me ask--your cards seem bleak."
Thunder roared, His voice was weak.
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This text is entirely original and any AI tags is coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Uh oh, I wonder what's gonna happen to him. Loved your poem!
That is so cool, Michelle. Reminded me of the "Queen of Spades," the famous Russian novella by Pushkin.
Ah, yes, to laugh in fate's face can seal one's destiny
Very unusual, thankyou for sharing xx
This poem is a captivating, concise gem, sparkling with mystical intrigue! Madame Serene's pronouncements and the man's doubt create a delicious tension. The ending, with thunder's roar, is a perfectly chilling, masterful stroke! 🌞🫡🌄🫡🌻