Mystery and Crime Poetry posted February 19, 2014

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A Devil's Triangle

by Marillion

A Devil’s Triangle

He stamped the earth with boots of muddied leather,
Then trudged, head hung, along a homeward path;
He trembled, sweating, though unsure of whether
It was a virus or a fevered wrath.

She’d left him stranded with a dog, two cats,
A cottage of disheveled bric-a-brac,
Assorted sweaters, shoes, and stacks of hats,
And four cold words: I’m never coming back!

He thought, You’re never leaving, though, you bitch.
Your lover came for you, and wasn’t he
Surprised to find you two would share a ditch
And not a cozy condo by the sea?

He looked behind, where rain—and madness—blurred
Where hearts were cracked, and sacked, and then interred.


Shakespearean sonnet.

There is a metrical substitution at the beginning of S1, L3, used for effect.

This was inspired by all of those love triangles gone bad that you can't watch the news without seeing one reported on. Nothing personal in this all. Just another observational poem, of sorts.
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