Murder At The Gallery (Tuesday Poetics dVerse)

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It was at the Turner Exhibition.
Hutchings was a quiet lad, for a copper;
he had a passion which no one suspected — and it got him killed.
I took the call and we all piled ’round.
There he was, wrapped up in bubble wrap,
sequestered in the store room
next to ‘Snow Storm’; not one of my favourites.
Someone had taken a scalpel to him,
a right mess he was, poor lad.
When we got to his flat there were art books all over,
though not a morsel in the fridge. Evidently Hutchings —
I shall call him George — used to feed on art.

https://what3words.com/Feed.quiet.copper

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

21 thoughts on “Murder At The Gallery (Tuesday Poetics dVerse)

  1. I can imagine a murder at a Turner Exhibition, especially in his lifetime – he was such a controversial figure, as was his art. A copper who used to feed on art – why not? Morse was passionate about music. I also love the aside.

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  2. Thank you so much. With this one I just imagined inspector Thursday speaking (Roger Allam) in affected Cockney… I see you like haiku and tanka also, I’ve been trying these for a while too. Best wishes

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