by Claire Powers
Age 14
Seven
suspects in the case,
Subject
to the crime-solving ace,Who stands in the corner, who plots to reveal
The one who killed with a blade of steel.
An
accusation, I’m delighted to say,
That’s
bound by fate to go my way.
Three
suspects sit on a couch,
None
relaxed enough to slouch,Two stand by the window pane,
Barely acknowledging the pouring rain,
Two are standing by the door,
Uneasily staring at the floor.
“So,
who is it?” they all shout
As
the detective tries to work things out.He knows who it is, he knows it’s me,
But he won’t say it, because, you see
My eyes glitter in the rain,
Just outside the window pane;
The
loyal assistant’s at my side,
His
feet bound, his hands tied.
The
blade of steel is in my hand,
The
one I used to kill the man,And should the ace point my way,
I’ll take the assistant’s life away.
Seven
suspects in the case,
Subject
to the crime-solving ace;He must choose one to lie about,
Or else the blade of steel comes out.
Go ahead-say my name.
Well done, Claire.
Mahala