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[aid] => Mick
[title] => DARK CITY
[time] => 2003-02-28 11:30:00
[hometext] => Film Noir is often an inspiration, but curling up with a good crime mystery or a classic detective yarn on a stormy night is thrilling enough.
[bodytext] => Night settles upon the city,
Where soft rays of the moon mingle with lamppost lights The light of day gives way to a single shadow Perhaps a neon light flickers here and there As the moonbeams spread to bathe the masses of brick and steel Deserted asphalt and cobblestones echo no footfalls There - an empty warehouse, alleys cluttered in clothes-lined poles Draped with menacing ghostly forms Overflowing garbage cans Shutters drawn, doors bolted Wait! A sudden roar in the distance comes A train clattering on the tracks above With silhouette casts cobweb patterns deep Wavering against this moonlit night as the silence is shattered. The sky grows even darker, more unfriendly, With black clouds gathering, then, a clap of thunder, companion to the falling torents comes. These rain-slickened gutters, buildings and streets show sullen shape, familiar brickwork, rooftop images, fire escapes dripping in awash. Lightning bursts to drive off the shadows; for one moment...and is seen a lonely figure struggling to be invisible. There, in an alley, set between these massive forms a desperate heart lies hidden in the storm, stiff, unblinking, patient..anticipating eyes await, clenched thin lips and pinched nostrils, intense, and intent, with determined stare....awaits! Safe from prying eyes, the slats of window blinds closed tight, these eyes peering from the shadows... Coy, conspiring, planning some foul deed. Then, as a man might exhale, everso faint footsteps grow closer. A tall figure appears, mounting steps of slate. His trench coat and fidora soaked, fumbles for his keys. A muffled gunshot erupts. A scream! A limp body falls dead to the stoop. The night gives witness to a darkened homicide. Then, in a breath, heavy footfalls run past, up the block Faster, faster, they recede. A spectre flees avoiding cast-iron lamppost lights Up, Up the station stairs, through turnstiles, quickly goes... To the sanctuary of a coming train. Hurry, hurry...to escape curious eyes. No one sees! Grim-faced police arrive, the coroner close behind. The scene of onlookers come, surrounding, murmering, heads shaking, necks stretching, piercing eyes straining - The task at hand, a case to solve, a mystery to unveil.... A trench- coat'd shamus comes to find The clues all washed away. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Varro [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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