Gathering Evidence

Include the sun’s sphere in the frame,

but, joined up thinking, shadows lie.

When orbits, orbs come into play,

what eye see may print licensed plate.

The least we have is question marked,

as where am I, this frontispiece?

And what the title, deed in space,

for where my place if core misdeeds?

So I must gather evidence

and court the thought, not all is well;

‘A Murder is Announced’ I fear -

though Agatha is always near.

Her window, opportunity,

as ransomed with a transom face,

from shuttered dark with lowly sill,

a fall so easy to achieve.

Can billow hue of chimney cloud

suggest fire smoulders flames within?

Oppressive storey uppermost,

but downcast, carefree - with intent?

Does he prepare for her descent,

a decent lounge once cushions laid,

or has he had enough of her,

determined stride, haul dragged behind?

Enquiries of suspicious mind,

is not the poet of a kind;

but know hopes, fears grow from within,

so what I see tells who I am?

Those sunny dispositions I

mistrust; diseased unease I say.

A veil of tears and pain I see;

but glory, there, love’s victory.

The choice is ours in looking glass

to see or not how we to be;

façade in view, but magnify;

to fore suspect a bloodied arm…