Jack Knife Poem by Mary Champion

Jack Knife

Got the blues!

On a white-knuckled white-water ride,
in the white heat of passion,
I saw red!

In a white-out of white noise
I hung out the white flag.
I crossed the white line
and white-washed my conscience
to give the green light to red rage.

I wondered round Whitechapel
wreaking my vengeance
on woman who'd hijacked my dreams
with black lies.

Deeper Blue!

On a white-knuckled white-water ride
in the white heat of passion
I painted the town red with blood
through the baleful black night.

Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: london,murder,passion,red
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