Notes About The Poem

Poem originally published: 20th September 2022

Photo: gR

Agatha Christie was known locally by her married name of Mrs Mallowan when she and her family spent time at her beloved holiday home of 'Greenway' in Devon, England.

In this fictional account, (inspired by a visit to 'Greenway' in 2018) I've reimagined Agatha Christie towards the end of her life reflecting on how she came up with some ideas for her stories.


Mrs Mallowan Takes a Walk

when autumn’s last but long exhale
left mists of winter in its trail
her thoughts turned to the past to look
at greenway and the paths she took
where reading signs inside her skies
she'd dream up deaths and alibis
along the short cuts through the wood
with thoughts of stabbings and of blood
while hemlock often made her think
of slipping coniine inside drink
then with the breathless views behind
a choking often came to mind
though with the river dart in view
her thoughts would turn to drowning too
and passing by the greenway bell
she'd sound out bludgeoning as well
then muse once at the greenway gates
of ordeals, follies, pigs and fêtes
before she'd vanish through her door
to ‘kill’ some time and write some more.
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Ashley Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Dear Gary, your clever pen spills such an engaging and entertaining piece in remembrance of Mrs. Mallowan. I adore the line “she’d dream up deaths and alibis”.. and what follows, oh, all the different ways to die lol! Indeed, Agatha was quite creative! Your last line is a great finale to a brilliant, ‘lively’ poem :) Congratulations for your success in Mark’s contest. Warmest wishes, my inspiring poet friend.. ~Susan
Radice Avatar
October 21, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Thanks so much Susan. Love your ‘lively’ comment too. :) I threw in Agatha Christie’s vanishing around the last line as well because I believe she did for a while. :) Greenway, her house and grounds are beautiful to walk around via The National Trust membership. Cheers - Gary
Godwin Avatar
October 17, 2025 at 11:23 AM
You took us inside her mind, and what a find it was in there. I truly enjoyed reading this, Gary! Congrats on your win in the contest, keep on penning - do Sherlock Holmes on stroll? Mary Shelley, pondering her book, while walking the grounds. Think of the possibilities, could be a contest theme. Hey, look at me thinking here.
Radice Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 8:43 AM
Great ideas Cay Cay. Thanks so much for the visit, read and great comments. Cheers - Gary
Coy Avatar
October 16, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Great! I see it as a cross between Virginia Woolf and those trashy Youtube 'true crime' shows - with a witty rhyme scheme as leaven. Far too clever, Gary!
Radice Avatar
October 16, 2025 at 7:22 AM
Thanks so much Michael. Cheers - Gary
Toney Avatar
October 15, 2025 at 9:20 PM
Gary, love your witty and mischievous homage to Agatha Christie. Congratulations on your top 10 win on Mile 21 of my 2025 Poetry Marathon Contest. Keep your running shoes on, because Mile 22 has already started.
Radice Avatar
October 16, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Thanks Mark. I wasn't sure how this one would go down to be honest. Many thanks for the placement. Much appreciated. Cheers - Gary
mysore Avatar
May 7, 2025 at 9:13 PM
she made woman proud. pleasant, smooth rhymes. Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!
Radice Avatar
May 8, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Thank you thriveni. She was a great writer and her holiday home - now owned by the National Trust is beautiful. Cheers - Gary
Fowler Avatar
June 18, 2023 at 8:34 AM
This is great Gary. If one had never heard of Mrs. Mallowan, or Agatha Christie, one would think her a very morbid soul. LOL Great rhythm and rhyming! :)
Fowler Avatar
June 19, 2023 at 9:11 AM
Very clever analogies ;)
Radice Avatar
June 19, 2023 at 2:25 AM
Hi Linda. Thank you for your comments. Yes, totally agree. Very morbid :) ..and talking of morbid.. I tried linking what she saw on the walk with a method of death so "short CUTS" became stabbings, "BREATHLESS views" became choking etc. Cheers - Gary
Norton Avatar
October 20, 2022 at 6:55 PM
A lovely poem, as usual.
Radice Avatar
October 21, 2022 at 1:33 AM
And a lovely comment from yourself as usual. Thanks Bryan. Cheers - Gary
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October 13, 2022 at 2:41 AM
It was sad to learn of her death, but she lived a very long productive life. I enjoyed watching some of her murder mysteries. She was a very talented lady. Thanks for sharing your thoughts about her and for dropping by my page. Sara
Radice Avatar
October 13, 2022 at 10:21 AM
Thanks Sara. My wife and daughter are the true Agatha Christie fans in my family but I'll hold my hands up and say having gone to Greenway and see where she spent her summer holidays I became more of a fan. Thanks for dropping by. Cheers - Gary
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October 4, 2022 at 9:57 AM
One of the many things I love about England is its rich history. And the polite attitudes. A bell to let the ferry driver know a passenger is waiting is just so quaint and charming--and English! :) I especially love the first two lines of your wonderful poem. That's the best description of autumn I've read!
Radice Avatar
October 5, 2022 at 6:06 AM
Thanks Ann! When you live here and scratch some of the veneer, I guess England is like most places. :) The Greenway Bell made us smile when my family and I stayed in Devon a few years back. We stayed in a cottage bordering the Greenway estate and..on the subject of bells.. took a train (a heritage steam train) to Dartmouth one day. While waiting on the deserted station for the train a guy on a pushbike shouted down from the bridge that we should ring the bell on the station (a push button bell). That would tell the train driver to stop at the station to pick us up and not to steam past us! You had to be there. It was like a scene from 'The Railway Children'. :) Cheers - Gary
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October 2, 2022 at 8:46 PM
Hello Gary, Quite enjoyed your well rhymed, intriguing poem to Mrs. Mallowan. Had she known a verbose coronar (tongue loosened by drink) she would had an unending stream of murderous ideas. Long live Agatha Christie - I hope the lady never vanishes. Cheers, Brian
Radice Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 3:37 PM
Thanks Brian. Love your comments. :) I thought I'd try something a little different and darker this time. I'm glad you like it! ..oh and I had her 'vanish' through her door at the end. :) Read you soon. Cheers - Gary
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September 25, 2022 at 3:34 AM
Goodness, Gary: It’s been a while since I checked in with you. Who could ever know what thoughts go through someone’s mind while they are walking. Haha. Well they certainly bought her lots of fame. Enjoyed this one. SuZ
Radice Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 4:12 AM
Hi Suz! I often wonder how she came up with her ideas. :) I'm not sure I would have liked to have walked alongside her when she did to be honest. Thanks for your visit. Much appreciated. Cheers - Gary
Tor Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 7:53 PM
Love this Gary. Love the story line and the theme. Excellent Poetry you have shared... Congratulations in doing so...
Radice Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 11:41 PM
Thanks Michael. I wasn't too sure how it would go down with Soupers to be honest but I've been very pleased with the comments. Cheers - Gary
Dietrich Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 12:57 PM
this is really cool writing. GREAT meter and use of interesting words, Gary!!
Radice Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 1:11 PM
Thanks Andrea. I've always been fascinated by Agatha Christie and her background, moreso than her stories themselves. I'm really glad you like it. Cheers - Gary
Volumes Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 2:45 PM
OK so what did she decide ? You mean you have left it up to my feeble imagination ? Well I love it anyway ! I found my self reading it in my mind with a pommie accent so wood rhymed with blood. (We Aussies pronounce it blud). You did it again with this one Gary, I hope its entered in a competition.
Radice Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 8:50 PM
Hi Wendy. Thank you. To answer your question as to what she decided: in short: all of the methods mentioned! She was dreaming up ways to have her characters killed off in her 3 books she set around her holiday home of Greenway. Mrs Mallowan was the married name (2nd marriage) of Agatha Christie. She married Sir Max Edgar Lucien Mallowan CBE who was a prominent British archaeologist, In this fictional piece I attempted to add my own layer of mystery to the proceedings by using her married name, having her go for a walk and giving the impression she was plotting a murder of her own. That was the idea anyway. :) Glad you enjoyed it and thanks again. I've entered it into a contest but not sure its the type of poem that would win many - if any - of them :) Cheers - Gary
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September 20, 2022 at 1:23 PM
i find this perfectly brilliant - i like the run-on, devoid of punctuation, stream-of-consciousness approach, and a delightful mix of nature's beauty and our dark thoughts
Radice Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 1:38 PM
Hi Jeff. Thanks so much. I'm glad you mentioned nature in your comments. I wasn't sure if I had mentioned it enough in the poem and had concentrated too much on the dark thoughts. I wish I had added a cup of tea in there somewhere too..just to add more of that English feel. Thanks again. Cheers - Gary
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September 20, 2022 at 10:52 AM
Great rhythm to your rhyme though it had me thinking about ways people die and i guess getting skull-fractured in a bar brawl is a bludgeoning of sorts? :)
Radice Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 11:12 AM
Hi Susan. Thanks for reading and for your comments. I may not have been too accurate with tying the means of death up to the stories but I'll put it down to poetic license. :) Besides, just the word 'bludgeoning' gives a sense of 'impact' to the poem. :) EDIT: re Ordeal by Innocence: In the book Kirsten walloped Rachel over the head so I'll settle for that ..not sure what happened in the tv adaption.. by all accounts even the killer was different. Thanks again. Cheers - Gary
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September 20, 2022 at 9:18 AM
Ms. Christie would be so proud of you, Gary. Splendid writing. Just a hint of the macabre, which was perfect. I often get ideas for poems while walking, but never do I get ideas for "bludgeoning" and poisoning. (chuckling)
Radice Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 9:30 AM
Lol! Hi Milt :) Yes, just a touch macabre. I tried to incorporate the means of death from the three books mentioned below into the poem. To be honest, I'm not an avid Christie fan so I had to do a bit of googling. I think the bludgeoning came from 'Ordeal By Innocence' and poisoning from 'Five Little Pigs'. Cheers - Gary
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September 20, 2022 at 8:15 AM
There's no better place to get inspiration than out and about walking and being at one with nature. I often go cycling in the countryside and it isn't long before ideas surface of what I'll write next. Enjoyed your verse Gary, the Queen's funeral was spectacular, we'll never again see anything like it. Tom
Radice Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 8:44 AM
Thanks Tom. I think the BBC did the Queen proud. I agree with you - we certainly wont see the likes again. Mallowan was the married surname of Agatha Christie from her second marriage. In my poem, I envisaged her looking back to one summer when she walked around getting ideas for her 3 books (Dead Man's Folly, Ordeal By Innocence and Five Little Pigs) that she set around her holiday home of Greenway near Galmpton in Devon. Greenway now belongs to The National Trust. We visited the beautiful grounds in 2018 and were blown away by the place. You can take a steam train to it, or if you approach from across the River Dart you may have to ring the Greenway Bell outside the 'Ferry Boat Inn' or on 'Greenway Quay' to summon a 'ferry' (passenger launch). It's only a few minutes of a ride :) Cheers - Gary
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