Tuesday, 9 April 2013

(Day 9) Noir Scene

For a few seconds he is outside
Next to where she waits
In the middle of the moonlight,
Two small figures over the riverside
Each step another turning
Towards moonlight
And an uneven texture.

For a few seconds he is outside
Tangled up in his footsteps
In a mystery of bleached hair
And bright red lipstick,
Peeling back her unknown promises
And her cigarette, which she tosses
Back into the river,

And with it the last remaining evidence
Of the crime they had just committed
In black and white. 

(Day 9 of NaPoWrimo asked for a noir like poem.
One of my favourites of film so the poem was 
great fun writing about)

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