Day 3- Poetry Challenge

Day 3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

If I was lesser than a foot away from where I am typing, I would have been closer to Vinod’s current favourite “book”- a large and rather inscrutable Bible of sorts for Dental Implants- the third edition of Contemporary Implant Dentistry by Carl E Misch. And just out of curiosity, if you’re wondering what the first ten full words on Page 8 are (I know I was curious), they are ‘Partial, Edentulism, Prevalance, interest, growing, number, implants, patients, survey, United States’. I think I dodged a bullet there, to be honest. 

But just as luck would have it, the book nearest to me is a novel I am currently reading called The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld.

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Turning to Page 8

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And here are the words that will soon mould the poem coming your way!

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So, the words are *drumroll please*

  • Competition
  • Domination
  • Lust
  • Height
  • Size
  • Money
  • Balmoral
  • Boulevard
  • New Yorkers
  • Time

A Murder in the Balmoral Hotel 

The sirens speeding their way past the silent boulevards, piercing the hush of the nights,

As the car halts to a stop in front of the prestigious Balmoral Hotel at its heights;

 The homeless, the drunk, the insomniacs, all stopped in their tracks,

As a man scurries past to escape, blending in with the assembled crowd, all dressed in blacks.

New York is the city that never sleeps, New Yorkers are then the night owls,

Yet detectives took quite a while to get to the scene,

The picture that awaited them wasn’t pretty at all, the body of the young woman Lucille Parks,

In a room on floor eighteen,

Her usually sparkling eyes dulled by lifelessness and a slit across her throat,

Lay a former beauty queen.

And Mr Parks, who scurried the scene, quick and dressed in black,

Now called for a taxi to quickly leave, with eyes over his back,

A sizeable sharpened knife in his briefcase with her drying blood it was lined,

He thought about what he had done, the biggest mistake of his life, he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

Several labelled Lucille a gold-digger, many others said greying Mr Parks was driven by lust,

For money and power and eliminating the competition on Lucille’s end, I trust,

But it was a known truth that their marriage was merely a spectacle of desire,

And for Mr Parks, an act of domination to acquire all that he did admire.

For time immemorial, the first suspect is always the spouse,

The police rang up Mr Parks who was fast asleep in his house,

Woken by the ringing phone, to find the police on the other line,

Confirmed that his wife was in New York staying in the Balmoral for business for a short time.

And in the meantime, on a floor above,

Mrs Lucia Parks stirred a little in her sleep,

Laying next to her lover, in the Balmoral hotel

In her room on floor nineteen.

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