Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #26
A Different Kind of Red
by Belinda Roddie
A different kind of red was stained upon
the butler's vest as he lay on the bed
stiff and still. The stunned silence did linger on
until the mistress nearly lost her head.
"Find the culprit!" she barked. "And leave no stone
unturned until he's cuffed and behind bars!"
Her husband armed himself. Blood in our bones
froze in the snow as we searched near and far.
Now I, a myst'ry buff, was curious
about who the servants thought did the deed.
Normally butlers were the ones who must
have killed the master for money or creed.
Then a thought struck me: If our butler's dead,
who in the house would have killed him instead?
by Belinda Roddie
A different kind of red was stained upon
the butler's vest as he lay on the bed
stiff and still. The stunned silence did linger on
until the mistress nearly lost her head.
"Find the culprit!" she barked. "And leave no stone
unturned until he's cuffed and behind bars!"
Her husband armed himself. Blood in our bones
froze in the snow as we searched near and far.
Now I, a myst'ry buff, was curious
about who the servants thought did the deed.
Normally butlers were the ones who must
have killed the master for money or creed.
Then a thought struck me: If our butler's dead,
who in the house would have killed him instead?
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