Through The Arches!

Through the arches leading to open fields

the elderly man walked

slowly with his small ageing little dog

cheerful on his daily stroll

happy in his own company with his pet

normally nobody else he met!

 

Quite as usual on the his established route

did not see the group of lads

watching him pass with too much interest

started to follow close behind

his dog sensed them near as he growled

at this the elderly man scowled!

 

At the same point let his dog off the lead

near to a clump of bushes

the group of six gathered behind them

circling a younger boy

peering down at him in conversation

he listened to their oration!

 

Into his small hand they put a knife

he had to stab the man

as if mesmerized gripped the handle

said nothing but nodded

the elderly man sat down on a bank

from a water bottle drank.

 

If really he wanted to be part of the gang

kill him they kept saying

coming up stealthily behind the old man

shaking with anticipation

brought the knife down striking with force

in the neck then felt remorse!

 

Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish

eyes locked a barking dog

brought him back to the reality of his actions

quickly withdrawing the knife

wiped off the blood in the grass automatically

unable to let go ran erratically!

 

Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang

who ran in the opposite direction

leaving the innocent victim dying his pet

guarding him whimpering

laying next to the loyal friend now silent

he was small but defiant!

 

The lad who should have been at school

reached his parents house

they were both out at work he had a key

heart pounding breathless

washed blood off his small hands thinking

watching it drain without blinking!

 

Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried

at twelve why had he killed

the knife was on the table in front of him

his torment now had begun

a loud knock at the door made him cower

this was his defining hour!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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The Question!

That question pounds in my brain

why did I not act sooner

that odd scruffy man walked by me

but why would I suspect

that he had just shot my only friend

not being there to defend!

 

Will never lose that awful first glimpse

turning into his front gate

he was lying motionless we had talked

only a few minute before

no detectable raised tone in his speech

to my trusting ears did reach!

 

What struck me was how quiet and empty

the houses and street

being early morning residents must be in

surely there would be noise

arousing suspicions of this terrible event

an act of criminal intent!

 

That moment the police arrived escapes me

must have been in shock

not able to comprehend who would do it

but even then it looked

a well organised killing the only witness

myself adding to the stress!

 

Even at that early stage it had to be a hit

though this was absurd

how was this possible just working lads

but maybe I was not privy

to every secret of my childhood friend

hidden events in the end?

 

Gave the vague description of the suspect

to the detective inspector

who seemed unimpressed at the photo fit

nothing else could be added

later assisted the family to bury their son

something that had to be done!

 

Ten years on the  question always remains

why did I not act sooner

though as far as the evidence was gathered

the only explanation found

it was professionally planned and executed

this was no longer disputed!

 

But no motive has yet been discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Birthday Party!

It would be a party to remember they had said

before leaving for the club.

Already light-headed from the drink consumed

bought from the super market.

The happy group was soon at the night spot

eagerly having their first shot!

 

No cares in the world as the music became louder

one girl in particular was noisy.

Known for her vile temper especially after drinking

by midnight it became a frenzy.

They were dancing when a group of lads arrived

and their privacy deprived!

 

Enjoying themselves in their male free booze zone

the girl with the angry streak.

Began objecting to their very suggestive behaviour

after all it was her birthday party.

as one lad tried to kiss her she exploded in rage

her life turned to a dark page!

 

From the noisy and exciting birthday bash into chaos

as she picked up a bottle.

Bringing it down on his head with a violent force

he collapsed on the floor!

Amongst the other revellers and screaming mates

with her no time for debates!

 

Realising what she had done ran out in a panic

not only pursued by bouncers.

Her disbelieving friends and his yelling mates

who were intent on revenge!

The last girl they caught pushing her into a fence

no chance of defence!

 

Police soon arrested the angry warring teenagers

arresting the girl and the male.

The birthday ending in a sad and violent affray

but both victims recovered well.

Lessons were learnt as it could have been a life lost

at an irreversible cost!

 

Justice was served a suspended sentence for her

and a caution for them!

 

It did not stop them getting drunk a few weeks later!

 

The Foureyed Poet