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The Inquest

How was she feeling before it gusted in
across the murders committed by concrete?
Was she happy and articulate,
unsuspecting before her fatality?
Razor blades make dirty exhibits,

there are none here.
Was she washing dishes, laundering clothes?
It is absolutely vital.
Her goodbyes were exiting, tremulous, from her lips.
How was she? Examine the photographs.

There is the gleam of domesticity,
pure life contained within the casual clothes.
There is the gentle violet of evening,
and here, the mechanical expression she wore upon her face.
No death shadow is visible.

I notice she was empty as a forgotten jar.
Did she smile, confident as the bee before the sting?
She arranged her possessions
like the treasures of a pharaoh.
Her mouth snagged

around the questions she wanted to ask.
The tongue lay dormant, a small coward.
There was no shortage of home comfort.
The fire crackled richly in the grate,
the dust motes bobbed in the polished air.

There was a plush pastel sofa,
and here, the hollow where she sat.
How did it come to her?
Did it arrive slowly, or with sorrow?
Did it deliver a knife, or a gas?

It began with her heart,
riddling it like a worm in wood.
It wouldn't be kept waiting - a true lover.
It covered her face like a mask,
its fingers curling protectively -

little clinging ivy tendrils.
It consumed her, a determined flame,
loving her all the while.
Everything sucked into a glittering vacuum.
The inquiry will close.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

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  1. Date: 8/2/2011 9:59:00 PM
    this muse... the one we won't kill or want to die... we have to admit they have a way with words. and they make things so plane. my thing is how imaginative they are when it come to making up phrases. it took me back to the one we had. my exwife and me.john

  1. Date: 7/21/2011 3:55:00 PM
    Very interesting poem on this woman's death and the mystery behind it, as with so many other deaths in this world that we cannot understand. Congrats on your great win!

  1. Date: 7/21/2011 1:06:00 PM
    a real gem, charlotte...superbly penned with my best CONGRATS! :) huggs!

  1. Date: 7/21/2011 4:04:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win in Catie Lindsey's contest "New Free Verse" Charlotte. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/21/2011 3:31:00 AM
    You have conveyed the very essence of the insidiousness of depression and its eventual outcome. Sensational Free Verse, Charlotte. Many congrats on your SUPER WIN with this free verse masterpiece. Lainie

  1. Date: 7/20/2011 8:30:00 PM
    Congrats on your win in the

  1. Date: 7/20/2011 7:29:00 PM
    Charlotte, truly tremendous work, here. It reminded me of a movie I've seen called the hours, the slow descent under the facade. I stopped breathing when I read this, a sure sign of its power. Congrats on the win- you earned it! :) Cyndi

  1. Date: 7/20/2011 7:26:00 PM
    This poem is quite dark, Charlotte. There is also something that I can't quite put my finger on....damn great poem that touches on things that a lot of people try to simply ignore as they slowly turn into zombies. Congratulations on your super 2nd place~!

  1. Date: 7/20/2011 3:17:00 PM
    Congrats Charlotte on your magnificent win with this excellent entry .. so intense and entertaining luv..enjoy a brilliant win ..

  1. Date: 7/19/2011 10:48:00 AM
    Enjoyed reading your poetry today Charlotte.