Thomas Coston

A Gorgon Horror At The Crumbles

It's getting dark. Is that a distant rumble?
I'm getting goose-bumps from the prospect of thunder.
Did the temperature drop? It suddenly got cold.
For what time I have left, it's hard to be bold

The crime I committed, and yes, it was heinous
And for that, I'm about to be hanged.
But to prosecute my execution, in these conditions,
Is more than I can take.

Oh, I don't deserve pity, that can't be denied.
But to dance at the gallows to a thunder's clap,
While lightning flashes my last gasp;
Now that's irony at its best.

Yes, she was my mistress and with child.
But to leave my wife, I couldn't abide.
So, instead of leading a double life,
I decided to commit the most odious of crimes.

I enticed my moll with promises of love;
An elopement to some foreign land.
But to stage this getaway, we needed a place to stay.
Somewhere, no one would pry

The plan was simple enough:
I needed a cottage with a tidal rush.
To commit this deed might entail screams;
Shingle Beach would do just fine


So blind was her love that she didn't see the club.
The blunt end of an axe I did swing.
With a thud she splayed on the rug.
So vicious, her hands twitched in a pool of blood

Realization had come to pass, I have a difficult task:
The dismemberment and disposal of my spinster lass.
As you could tell by the mess, I underestimated the rest.
A plan, as everyone knows, I half-assed.

I built a big fire and stoked the flames,
To begin the ghoulish work ahead of me.
I sawed off her head and threw it on a bed
Of glowing cinders that popped and hissed.

It was then, I witnessed the din, of a Gorgon horror.
Writhing hair waved in serpentine flames biting venomous strikes.
I recoiled from this attack, and while stepping back,
Her dead eyes opened with a Medusa stare.

And with that, a thunderous clap,
Coupled with lightning that shook the whole cabin.
I ran with a scream into the pouring night;
Not to return until daylight.

That's it.So, now I go to the gallows pole
For the whole world knows my sins,
And soon I will pay a repentance price
Dancing in Hell to thunder and lightning

Topic(s) of this poem: cheating, england, horror, murder, sin, unrequited love

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 23, 2020

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is based on the 1924 murder of Emily Bilbie Kaye at the Crumbles in the U.K.
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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (1/22/2020 8:10:00 PM)

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    The poet seems to say the victim was beheaded first, and implies no other cuts were made. But my online research indicates the body was cut into numerous pieces. Perhaps " poetic license" played with the police report? Anyway, it's an interesting story, well-written. And being the gruesome guy i am, i send to MyPoemList.

    bri

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    Thomas CostonThomas Coston(1/22/2020 8:45:00 PM)

    Thanks Bri for your many comments on this poem. I guess I did use poetic license simply because I didn’t want to go into the gruesome details of this murder. The stanza before the beheading implied that he half-assed the dismemberment, which he most certainly did. And thanks for adding this poem to your list.

    Thomas

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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (1/22/2020 8:09:00 PM)

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    " moll in British English
    1. the female accomplice of a gangster.2. a prostitute"

    But the poet calls her " mistress" ?

    " To begin the ghoulish work ahead of me.
    I sawed off her head and threw it on a bed
    Of glowing cinders..."


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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (1/22/2020 6:33:00 PM)

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    " Gorgon

    noun Greek Mythology:
    each of three sisters, Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa, with snakes for hair, who had the power to turn anyone who looked at them to stone.

    a fierce, frightening, or repulsive woman."

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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (1/22/2020 6:30:00 PM)

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    " ... the dismembered remains of Emily Kaye and her unborn foetus were found mostly in a beach house at The Crumbles, which she had shared with her married lover Patrick Mahon. " yes, sounds like a " horror" .

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  • Shaun CronickShaun Cronick (1/1/2020 3:34:00 PM)

    Wow! Brilliantly written with fantastic imagery and vivid imagination on true showmanship display.
    I absolutely love it. A good old fashioned horror piece that hits the ground running,
    from it's dark beginning to it's delicious conclusion.
    Thank you Thomas this is one of the best.10++ and added to my favs.
    You had me sold on Gorgon Thomas let alone the word Horror. Thanks again.

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