Poem Day 9: Noir


Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. After all, “you know how to write a poem, don’t you, Steve? You just pick up a pen and you write.”

OK, so trying to write a poem on topic is really difficult. I guess that’s why the prompts are optional. A poem should be inspired, and not contrived. Yet, I wanted to challenge myself, so this is what I came up with:

Rain sliced through the heavy blackened air

Water splashed in from the windowpane that was stuck ajar

He listened to it hammer against the broken windowpane as he sat in his chair

Leaning over, his brawn twitching, he pulled open the bottom drawer

He would’ve gone home, but they would be looking for him there

The old chair strained and howled, the drawer screeched below

A small fan slowly rotated casting flickers of light and shadow

Into a paper cup, he poured the sweet honey-colored respite

He was fumbling for a light when she walked in

She stood at the door for a moment while he got a good look at her

The light in the hall cast a glow like she had come down from heaven

Raven hair cascading over an angelic face, legs flowing as long as the Nile river

Reaching her delicate fingers into her purse, she came straight towards him

Instinctively, he pushed back his chair and went for his pistol

“Oh, hush,” she purred, her body pouring over him like caramel oozing out of the pan. He let out a whistle

and she flicked her zippo to give him a light.


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