GOTHICK

The professor was found

staring wide eyed straight ahead

brow deeply furrowed,

his hand gripping a pen,

an unfinished sentence,

starburst ink blots,

 

a book open showing hieroglyphs.

 

Heavy drapes were drawn tight

deep scratchmarks on his face

a pair of spectacles torn away.

 

Outside the rain hammered insistently

like answers on the wind.

His servant had summoned the police

who didn't know quite what to make of it all.

◄ LEFT BEHIND

ON MUSHROOM HILL ►

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raypool

Wed 17th Apr 2019 22:23

Hi Keith. I feel you have answered your own enquiry - if the imagination is stimulated the purpose has been achieved, at least to my mind! I have no agenda to fulfil with my poetry - I offer merely ideas that might appeal. I'm glad you read and I hope enjoyed it.

Hi David. I know you enjoy the quirky offerings and this has clues that have you reaching for possible outlets to the poem. It was just an exercise in setting up a scene, as you describe having the hallmarks of the deerstalker and calabash rather than Mr Plod. Thanks for following through!

Ha Brian, alas no blood spilt I submit.

Thanks Jennifer. Murder mystery and mayhem, with a little sprinkle of interest from the likes of your good self make my day,

Thanks for stopping by, Des and Jon.

Ray

jennifer Malden

Tue 16th Apr 2019 16:06

Liked this! Doesn't have to have a purpose, it's the mystery that grips the attention. With hieroglyphs perhaps it was the ghost of some Egyptian being revenged on him for having discovered a secret? Very like a Sherlock Holmes story in the making. The Speckled Band, or the Hound of the Baskervilles for example.

Jennifer

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Brian Maryon

Tue 16th Apr 2019 07:15

Is it Professor Plum...in the study, with a dagger?

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keith jeffries

Mon 15th Apr 2019 23:15

Ray,

although well written and imaginative I fail to see a purpose behind what is portrayed or is it simply descriptive verse? Yet it certainly stimulates the imagination with an eerie content.

Thank you
Keith

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