Long Mystery Poems
#mystery
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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Why?
Doesn't matter what language you speak.
It's the same question that's being asked.
WHY?
1. Spanish – ¿Por qué?
2. French – Pourquoi?
3. German – Warum?
4. Italian – Perché?
5. Portuguese – Por quê?
6. Dutch – Waarom?
7. Russian – Почему? (Pochemu?)
8. Chinese (Mandarin) – 为什么? (Wèishéme?)
9. Japanese – なぜ? (Naze?)
10. Korean – 왜? (Wae?)
11. Arabic –...
It's the same question that's being asked.
WHY?
1. Spanish – ¿Por qué?
2. French – Pourquoi?
3. German – Warum?
4. Italian – Perché?
5. Portuguese – Por quê?
6. Dutch – Waarom?
7. Russian – Почему? (Pochemu?)
8. Chinese (Mandarin) – 为什么? (Wèishéme?)
9. Japanese – なぜ? (Naze?)
10. Korean – 왜? (Wae?)
11. Arabic –...
#mystery
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Secrets - The Lost Friend
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: Vince Macarthur.
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
#BestFriend
#death
#grief #mystery
#grief #mystery
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Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
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Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
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Secrets - Kerry
Can't you get a taxi?' Mel says when I phone to tell her that I'm too drunk to drive home.
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#mystery
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Secrets - A Tense Conversation
We sit on the car park wall opposite Gordon's studio flat. The night air has a calming effect that leaves me exhausted, although perspiration continues to stream from my forehead and down my face, soaking my jumper and t-shirt. I take off my jacket, place it by my feet. Seeing this, Gordon gives a nervous laugh.
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Secrets - Freddy
The gym in Burrington draws me back and I go to see Gordon Day again. We arrange to get together for a drink at the weekend. Mel's far from happy when I tell her, especially as I promised her I wouldn't. Hoping to calm things, I take her and Robert out for dinner on Friday evening, sticking to soft drinks so she can enjoy a glass or two of wine with her pasta dish, but I can see she's concerned (and annoyed too) over my renewed contact with Gordon.
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
#friendship
#mystery
#risk
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Secrets - The Contact
Yeah, I have a secret journal. Case notes relating to you. After the crowbar attack, Lana asked me to let the past go – which I did. Maybe not entirely, though. When Lana left during the summer, I created the secret journal, encrypting the content for privacy.
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
#memories
#mystery
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Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
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Secrets - Haunted
I sleep badly, coming to often in the dark to the sound of banging pipes behind the walls and the night wind. Your mum's words to me at the house on Headersleigh Bridge replay each time I drift off, disturbing me again. You know perfectly well why the police came to see us, Alan. They had news for us. I wander over to the sink for a glass of water and switch on the television, leaving the volume on silent to avoid disturbing Robert. I sit wrapped in an old jacket, shivering. I wish Lana were here. I'm too tired to sleep, too tired to concentrate. I feel old.
I drift off again....
I drift off again....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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