Writings and Witterings

Detective Noir

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Hardboiled, cynical,
the dick
in love.

His slinky girl
—in sequins
and seed pearls—
sees ‘Hardboiled’ is playing away;
the scent of aftershave
is a dead giveaway.

Fresh shirt;
new jeans;
shaved clean.

She can tell
by the smirk
he’s got a bit of skirt.

Who is she?

Slinky, glitter tarnished
by what she thinks,
becomes what he has not detected…

© 2014 Polly Stretton


One thought on “Detective Noir

  1. Beautiful lines 👍


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