FRIDAY 21st AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
I WAS HIS BUT HE WASN’T MINE
by John Yeo
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
As she gave the court her explanation.
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.
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The Judge smiled, his thoughts to confine
How could this girl kill without compunction?
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
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The lawyers pleaded a compassionate line
Pleading a mental state, her sad Iteration
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.
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The jury concentrated, she seemed so benign,
The outcome was sure without complication
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
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Witnesses drew a portrait of a man so fine
Josephine had killed without rationalisation
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.’
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The judge gave his verdict a cell should confine
Her to a life of internment and sad isolation
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.’
© Written by John Yeo

