Biding my time

Concealed behind that plain façade
silently observing yet unobserved
you creep along obscure corridors
listening at keyholes, capturing confidences
pocketing intrigues and salting them away.

Green mantle cloaked, you traverse the town
sniffing out secrets, ferreting for indiscretions
licking spoons that stir the pot
snatching skeletons from cupboards
to one day share and spill.

Nothing escapes your inimical attention
under your watch, people scarcely sleep
they mind their tongues, mind other people’s
but blank of countenance and with eyeless innocence
for now your secrets stay safe with me.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #81 photo prompt.

Image credit: Victoria Strukovskaya @ Unsplash
The image shows a closed wooden gate with the number 28.5 written on it with chalk. The gate is surrounded by thick green creepers.

64 thoughts on “Biding my time

  1. “Licking the spoon that stirs the pot” – this was my favorite line! This troublemaker is well aware of their role…and maybe likes it too much! Great take on this prompt!

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  2. Oooo, there is something so, so invasive about that licking of the spoons. People use those same spoons, and they’re tasting IT as they serve their food and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee that’s the heebie jeebies! Brilliant as always, Chris! xxxxxxxxx

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