I cruised into weekend mode several hours ago. I don’t usually post anything on Friday, but I found a haiku in The Haiku Anthology that sums up the True Crime book I am reading.
If you remember earlier this month I started reading a book about Ted Bundy, the creepy serial killer. It’s a long book and I have been squeezing in a few minutes here and there because my schedule has been packed.
I was several hundred pages in before I really started to get creeped out. And, about that time, a friend of mine informed me that a level 3 sex offender moved about 1/2 mile from my house. She warned me mainly because she knows I go out after dark to run.
I would not have guessed that someone would write a haiku about crime, but Joanne Morcom did.
Crime Scene Haiku
the quiet bungalow
yellow crime scene tape
How’s that for describing a place you’ve never considered including in a poem. I love that it paints a vivid picture, but keeps the reader hanging, wondering what happened. My imagination can fill in the blanks. Can yours?
Have a fantastic weekend!
What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever written about?