One For The Road

‘Do have some lemonade, ‘ (aqua tofana*) she’d said,
the sweetest of smiles on her face.
‘It’s so hot out there’ –
waved her fan in the air –
adjusted mantilla of lace.

He twirled his moustache
(the Chief of Police),
examined the body, then stiff.
‘What happened here?’
he said with a sneer,
bent over the body and sniffed.

She fluttered her lashes
and pouted her lips:
full and luscious as plums.
She knew her appeal
was more real than real
her offering more desirable than crumbs.

His appetite sated,
he patted her bum,
‘Same time tomorrow. my dear?’
(The body was then discreetly dispatched)
and they both had a wonderful year.

***

Poet’s Note –
(I enjoy telling little stories with some of my poems.)

* Aqua tofana is a poisonous liquid reputedly used in Naples and Rome in the 1700s, especially by wives wishing to remove their husbands…It is said that over 600 persons perished in this manner.

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Greetings! I am, mentally, a forty year old octogenarian...Wife of a gem of a husband and mother of three beloved grown sons. I love life in all its forms, and happiest when studying art (eclectic) listening to music, being at one with nature, NOT singing (sounds like caterwauling...) appreciate other voices; while reading and - my passion - writing. Evacuee in WW11, half Welsh (mother). Hooked on writing and reading since I started school. Wrote modest school play and silly poems. In Adulthood had many articles,letters and poems published (several in anthologies) and ran a Poetry Club in the UK. Two factual books published in the 1980s. Since retirement to Spain, have had three more books published: a Memoir MY GENTLE WAR, as biographer HURRICANE HALSEY, and my first faction novel THE CATALYST. Two further books are almost ready to be published. I am a group leader for a Creative Writing class for the U3A in Torrevieja,Spain, and a member of WordPlay, having written many short stories for their anthologies. I have received a few prizes for my poetry and a first for a short story in Spain. Thank you for publishing my poem. Good luck with your site. Onwards and upwards...Best wishes Joy Lennick
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