Who Done It?

[ampoule]

Who Done It?

Had I but known that the knock at The Door would solve the mystery,
I might have run loudly, almost tripping, throwing it open, a-HA!
But no.
My breath caught at the gentle rapping and I stood breathless at my bedroom door, pausing,
Praying the squeaking door would not rouse the sleeping guests,
I tiptoed to the banister and carefully descended The Circular Staircase,
Looking back over my shoulder, thinking,
I've started rumors and fights and cars,
But she started a cliche.
My rumors proved true or false, but forgotten,
Fights, figments of you-know-what, but forgiven,
Cars, sold or rusted, but gone,
But her cliche goes on forever.
A punchline, a tagline,
And here I am now, my hand turning the doorknob,
There he stands in the dark fog of the night,
You! You?
I knew it was you all the time!
I turn to the yawning crowd gathered behind me,
And smiling, I announce,
The butler did it!

ampoule, August Twelfth, TwoThousandEight
Happy Birthday to Mary Roberts Rinehart

[goldenrod]

Who done it?!
"Not I" said the sparrow.
"I gave up my bow and arrow!"

"Peace is now my way.
Though I am very sad to say
that the same never goes,
for yonder gathered 'Murder of Crows'!"

I just knew the butler did it! For he entered... The Valet of Despair...


goldenrod.

[firefangled]

Who Done It?

Had I but known that the knock at The Door would solve the mystery,
I might have run loudly, almost tripping, throwing it open, a-HA!
But no.
My breath caught at the gentle rapping and I stood breathless at my bedroom door, pausing,
Praying the squeaking door would not rouse the sleeping guests,
I tiptoed to the banister and carefully descended The Circular Staircase,
Looking back over my shoulder, thinking,
I've started rumors and fights and cars,
But she started a cliche.
My rumors proved true or false, but forgotten,
Fights, figments of you-know-what, but forgiven,
Cars, sold or rusted, but gone,
But her cliche goes on forever.
A punchline, a tagline,
And here I am now, my hand turning the doorknob,
There he stands in the dark fog of the night,
You! You?
I knew it was you all the time!
I turn to the yawning crowd gathered behind me,
And smiling, I announce,
The butler did it!

ampoule, August Twelfth, TwoThousandEight
Happy Birthday to Mary Roberts Rinehart

Very artfully woven these surprises from the mystery writer of Lit-Net. ;)

[PrinceMyshkin]

Not to mention Edmund Wilson's scathing dismissal of mystery stories in general, "Who Cares Who Killed Roger Ackroyd?" But I, for one, care deeply for the ten procedural novels written by the Swedish couple, May Sjøwahl and Per Wahlöo.

[goldenrod]

I agree with you "Prince" My wife, even more so than me, is an avid mystery reader. The first of the Beck series that I came across and read was "Den skrattande polisen" (1968), which, I believe, was the third novel in the series.

goldenrod.

[qimissung]

Very clever poem, and a very nice tribute to Mary Roberts Rinehart. I don't know if I've read any of hers, but I often read mysteries, including the ones by the authors mentioned above. There is nothing to take one out of dreary routine like a mystery.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Very clever poem, and a very nice tribute to Mary Roberts Rinehart. I don't know if I've read any of hers, but I often read mysteries, including the ones by the authors mentioned above. There is nothing to take one out of dreary routine like a mystery.

The Q Document, by James Hall Roberts, is not a conventional mystery story, more like a spy story - one of those that have to do with the search for a lost document - but it's one of the most literate and entertaining I've ever read. You won't likely find it anywhere but internet 2nd-hand bookshops, such as: http://www.biblio.com/books/21692259.html

I've just recently kicked a heavy Martin Cruz Smith habit!

[qimissung]

Thank you! I'll take note of that. You know, this would be a perfect time to re-visit "Gorky Park." I think I read "Polar Star," too, then stopped. Have you ever read "Smilla's Sense of Snow?" Another great book set in a dark, cold, snowy county! (I just love the title)

[Pendragon]

And if the butler really did it
would he or she not be first suspected?
Who do we think we are really kidding
when in times like this we do refection?
The latest crime in my town, murder of a kid
was unfortunately done by her own dad... :(:bawling:


Loved the poem, Lady Amp!

[firefangled]

Thank you! I'll take note of that. You know, this would be a perfect time to re-visit "Gorky Park." I think I read "Polar Star," too, then stopped. Have you ever read "Smilla's Sense of Snow?" Another great book set in a dark, cold, snowy county! (I just love the title)

I loved Smilla's Sense of Snow, very original, especially the presence of the cultural history and warrior apprenticeship.

[blazeofglory]

Who Done It?

Had I but known that the knock at The Door would solve the mystery,
I might have run loudly, almost tripping, throwing it open, a-HA!
But no.
My breath caught at the gentle rapping and I stood breathless at my bedroom door, pausing,
Praying the squeaking door would not rouse the sleeping guests,
I tiptoed to the banister and carefully descended The Circular Staircase,
Looking back over my shoulder, thinking,
I've started rumors and fights and cars,
But she started a cliche.
My rumors proved true or false, but forgotten,
Fights, figments of you-know-what, but forgiven,
Cars, sold or rusted, but gone,
But her cliche goes on forever.
A punchline, a tagline,
And here I am now, my hand turning the doorknob,
There he stands in the dark fog of the night,
You! You?
I knew it was you all the time!
I turn to the yawning crowd gathered behind me,
And smiling, I announce,
The butler did it!

ampoule, August Twelfth, TwoThousandEight
Happy Birthday to Mary Roberts Rinehart

This is a mystic poem, something like the poems of Yeats, and it is full of something that goes beyond the veneer of words.
Life is really full of mysteries and of course unsolved mysteries.

Really I like it and I like it for the reason that it speaks of something of what we feel in the course of life.

It speaks of something we normally think and come across but we can not ordinarily find good expressions and this is the mystery of life.

Finally such poems can be written when we are inspired. I think the poet was inspired and could wrote such a marvellous piece.

I envy you.

[ampoule]

I am humbled by YOU, Blaze. I thank you for your very kind and generous comment.