Christopher Clark

Christopher Clark

A Poem by Zoe Richardson

Inspired by a British detective show


In the back of the old school

I sat on a toadstool

Courting a spider

Without much to say

I brushed out my long hair

And practiced my dark stare

For the boys who come out

And beg me to play


I thought about Mary

And shocked a canary

With my long handled cigarette lips

I sent the pink lady

For a draught from Old Bailey

And drank it in three long sips


Old paint and wool moths

Like frost in a damp cloth

In tiptoes she tells where she’s been

She’s caught in a white lie

The candle says good bye

As the rush takes me back there again


Now the cat eats its ice cream

Our sins are washed downstream

In a two minute cold serenade

She is never forgotten

Where the old log is rotten

While I wait for her blood to fade


Steeples and church bells

Hold secrets I can’t tell

While Alice make razor leaf tea

You think you have won

But the ride’s just begun

There are hundreds or more

Just like me


-Zoe Richardson 

© 2022 Zoe Richardson

Author's Note

Zoe Richardson
It's probably nonsense, but if you look you can find a certain dark meaning

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This was fabulous, Zoe. I enjoyed the playful rhyme scheme mixed with witty descriptions. A delight of a read. Thanks for sharing. F.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

I enjoyed the fab super rhyming scenes and they do make sense, seem to be a twist on nursery rhymes somewhat too. Kudos for this fantastic one!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

Posted 3 Months Ago

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Added on March 7, 2022
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Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL

Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..