Riddled with Guilt

For this instalment I struggled to find images despite there being plenty of options: lies; deceit; ashtrays; antiques; backstreet dive bars; dodgy pawn shops; filthy rozzers; unemphatic judges, to name but a few.

Eventually I opted for Riddler-esque question marks so as not to give away what it might be about.

But this is also a double header: there’s a bonus feature ‘Rhymed with Guilt’ 😮

In needing more images than normal I found myself stretching into ‘guilty pleasure’ territory as the option kept auto forming.

I didn’t find anything related to my purposes, however was taken by Dainis Graveris’ interpretation of ‘guilty pleasure’ using mostly fruit, which apart from anything else contains some wonderful colour combinations, so have used those for the exciting climax.

What is that word they say
When a thing has gone astray
Like a worthy antique ashtray
Because what really happened
It slipped from someone’s hand
To break on the floor when it did land
And not wanting to say they had
Made them do something bad
Which in itself made them feel sad
They pretended it had been nabbed
Thus at some unknown undesirable
Would be directed any mad
So leaving the so-called robbed
Irate and unable to rest easy
Impossible not to dwell
Always feeling queasy
For the idea some dirty cad
Had had away as swag
To a murky pawner’s pad
On a sleazy skid row drag
Just for a backstreet bar hop
Where they can’t stop
Until unable to afford
A single more drop
Not even one off homeward
So nothing for it
But sleep in the gutter
Where hello-hello-hello
Police took them for a nutter
Rambling on like
Some lord of the manor
About riches and glamour
While lacking cash
Or any evidence either
The felt collar
Was one of the poor
A big drain in the butt
Of the worthwhile score
At least according
To the Long Arm of the Law
And a judge who agreed
With custodial greed
Sending them down
At Her Majesty’s pleasure
Or at least until they showed
Some sense of realisation
For their real life situation
No more ridiculous notions
Choose to live a destitute lie
Or remain truthfully inside
Not so bad after all then
Nonetheless
In failing to confess
Such a gloriously conjured
Courtroom congress
The real whatever that word party
Remained feeling so plenty
Always digressing with aggression
Any time errant ashtrays were mentioned
So ensuring the superbly imagined
What goes around conclusion
Stayed forever hidden

Bonus feature: Rhymed with Guilt

Guilt is a quilt
Stifling like silt
Built on deception
Though opposite of stilts
In direction

More poetry for your reading pleasure:

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan

Header image courtesy Suzy Hazelwood.

Images featuring brown cardboard question marks courtesy Olya Kobruseva.

Images involving fruit, as mentioned, Dainis Graveris. Credits for other images can be found by clicking the image.

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