This poem is based on an article I read in a small town newspaper back in 2008. While this isn’t one of my best poems, I do enjoy the movement created by the punctuation and flow of words. As much as poetry is an oral tradition, it is also an extremely visual art form.
Small Town Crime
Kylie Louise McCormick
A foreign town
A visiting couple in imperfect bliss
A mountain
Some steaks
And a nap gone wrong…
{{A rude awakening}}
Then
{\-A stab in the back
with a serrated blade-/}
He always had a problem with love and lying.
Bad at both, he was, but that didn't stop him from trying.
His story crumbled with the policeman's reply,
"Johnnie stabbed you? Why?"
She pleads,
“not guilty”
by reason of insanity.