Good Murder by Carl Griffin

Some houses you visit
just have that character
to be the perfect setting
for murder mysteries,
winding driveway flanked
by screens of shadowy hedge,
the garden a good few acres
to get buried in,
dogs, named after herbs
or spices more subtle
than Arsenic, greeting guests
with barking.
I’m writing a detective novel,
I tell the owner, a passive-resistant
elderly Christian who neglects
to invite me beyond her reception room.
A fireplace, in lieu of the standard
television, heats a settee
a sleeping wealthy relative
might never wake up on.
I have to mentally conjure up
the endless rooms, broad
with dodgy light bulbs,
antique cupboards with only space
for skeletons. I like a good
murder, I explain. Our host
offers the assembled a hot drink
and says, What’s a good murder?

***

Carl Griffin is from Swansea and has had poems published in Cake, Magma, Poetry Wales, Ink sweat and tears, and the Cheval anthology series. He has reviewed collections for Wales Arts Review and was recently long-listed for the Cinnamon Pamphlet Poetry Prize and Eyewear’s Melita Hume Prize, and commended in the Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize.

Begin typing your search term above and press enter to search. Press ESC to cancel.

Back To Top