In For Questioning

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #259

Words:  thrust, page, grill, family, twist, sing, check, unfettered, train, finish, run, flower

After being thrust into a chair,
stared at, and grilled for hours
for a twisted crime she did not commit,
her family arrived en masse to corroborate
her alibi, showing police her train
ticket stub. Police checked out
her story, running it by a dispatcher.
They found she was telling the truth.
Stating that they were finished
with her, they told her she was free
to leave. Unfettered, she hugged
her family, and began humming
a song about freedom. It had been
a harrowing time. In bed that night,
she opened her flower-covered
journal to a fresh page, writing
her fears, as tears trickled
down her cheeks. It was easy
to be blamed for something
you did not do.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to In For Questioning

  1. It is a pity that there are instances when one is caught in situations of having to take the rap. Sometimes punishment may follow which is grave injustice. Bad luck plays a lot into it


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  2. Old Egg says:

    I can remember 70 years ago police coming to school quizzing kids on some minor crime. I will never forget the fear I felt a a totally innocent child! This poem brought back those memories.

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