Mr Mascellani's Musings

Mystery

(0riginal)

A grey owl sleeps in a blue room
where a white witch uses a red broom
to sweep tan mice onto a green lawn.

On the green lawn,
lies a pair of black velvet gloves
which are covered in dried criminson blood.

The blood belongs to a brown man
who wore an orange dress
and owned a pink pig.

The pink pig cries clear tears
of colourless griesf
for his dead brown master.

Back in the blue room,
the white witch now uses the red broom
for other purposes.

And the grey owl wakes up
and flies out to the green lawn
and begins to eat the tan mice.


(1st rewrite)
An owl as grey
as the contemplations of a postmodern theorist
sleeps in a room as blue as an off pay week
while a white witch uses a red broom
to sweep brown mice onto a cold green lawn.

On the lawn,
under the gaze of a Thelonious Monk moon,
a black velvet glove lies-
bloody and dirty and as returned as the repressed.
like some strange mysterious mcguffin
that might be considered in a Zizekian analysis of Hitchcockian mis-en-scene.

Anyhoo, hoo, hoo
the owl awakens and flies out to eat the mice while
the white witch now uses her broom for blue purposes.
And the black glove remains on the green lawn,
a sign of procrustean times.