Slice of Pie Glass of Milk

Yet another in my Dorian Gray series.  For Bjorn’s prompt over at dVerse, narrative poetry.

 

Slice of Pie Glass of Milk
“I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

The servant took his long black coat
dotted with shivering bits of rain.
The young man went into his library
and sat down in a green leather chair
after pouring himself some brandy.
He sat with his feet on the grate warming
his cold feet in their black John Lobb boots.
The servant hovered around him until he said tesity,
“Go away. Take yourself away for the rest of the evening.
I will get something from the larder if I am hungry.”
The servant left gratefully.
Clearly his master was in a foul mood.
The young man drank the brandy
in one pull and got up to pour himself another.
How dare she! How dare she go out with another man.
And laugh at him as she told him where she would be.
He stood outside the restaurant
looking at the two of them –
getting wet and cold,
the rain seeping through his coat.
She looked up and he could swear she saw him.
She turned to her companion and laughed.
He waited outside as the two of them went into the house
and he watched and waited until the bedroom light was darkened.
The rest of the house went silent and still.
He let himself into the house through the garden French doors and
quietly he tiptoed up to her bedroom.
It was but a moment’s work to slit both their throats
and then to go out the way he came.
The rain washed away the blood on his hands.
He felt hungry now and went to the larder.
The young man sliced himself a piece of game pie
and that wonderful cognac and apple pie his French chef had baked.
For good measure he poured himself a glass of milk.
He stuffed himself in front of the fire.
He smiled thinly.
Then he poured himself some more brandy.
Never would he gain weight.
Never would he show the effects of the most horrendous murder.
Warm and cozy now, Dorian Gray dozed in front of the fire,
all anger forgotten.

Reeve Carney as Dorian Gra

 

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Glenn Buttkus
    Sep 27, 2018 @ 16:47:39

    I didn’t realize you had done a Dorian Gray series; great stuff–like me you do your research. Put me in mind of the new TV series PENNY DREADFUL.

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  2. sarahsouthwest
    Sep 27, 2018 @ 17:16:53

    Oh, chilling. The details of the food make him seem even more callous.

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  3. Shawna
    Sep 27, 2018 @ 17:35:27

    I love this piece and your whole series.

    Maybe the couple will come back to haunt him for all eternity. 🙂

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  4. Singledust
    Sep 27, 2018 @ 19:50:49

    the glass of milk to me was like his absolution to all his sins. shivering bits of rain was spectacular!

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  5. V.J. Knutson
    Sep 27, 2018 @ 21:16:04

    Good story.

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  6. kim881
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 02:49:14

    I’m so glad to see another Dorian Gray poem, Toni! I love the way you set up the chilly atmosphere in this one with the ‘long black coat / dotted with shivering bits of rain’, tinge it with the heat of his anger, and then turn it down again to show how cold-blooded he really is, watching and biding his time, ‘getting wet and cold, / the rain seeping through his coat’ until he quickly and silently slit their throats..It’s the eating after the deed that really chills me.

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    • kanzensakura
      Sep 28, 2018 @ 16:29:27

      I am glad you like this series. I came up with it about a year before my mother died and began writing to it. While she was dying in a skilled nursing facility, we sometimes talked about my getting another degree and Iwanted to get an MFA. I decided to write about Oscar Wilde and took it up with my advisor adding that part of the thesis would be poems about dorian Gray. At first she was skeptical and then enthusiastic. I wrote about the the hypocrisy of the times, the Labouchere Amendment and how it affected and mpacted Wilde. Much research was done, many poems written and discarded. I often discussed this thesis with mama and she gave me the idea to include a “mystery” item in each poem, a poem that hopefully would raise questions. In this poem the item is the knife. What knife? The one he used to kill the kill the couple or the knife he used to slice the pies? I received my MFA about two months ago and I know mama would have been proud. This poem was a hastily written one for Bjorn’s prompt but it did include the mystery item. When I told my advisor about the mystery item, she began to try to find out which item it was. It has been everything from a glass of absinthe to a horse to a knife. I only wish mama could have lived long enough to know I had received another advanced degree. She was a great believer in education and especially for women.

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  7. Frank Hubeny
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 09:20:17

    Nice presentation of Dorian Gray.

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  8. Gospel Isosceles
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 12:34:11

    It’s especially cold how the effects of murder would be weight gain from a hearty meal, not you know, two slain people and a guilty conscience.

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  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 16:06:38

    I know how you love to do narrative… this one is really a chilling one… but I think for her it was just a matter of time before she would have been killed anyway… after all the young man tire easily.

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  10. memadtwo
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 23:07:45

    Chilling. (K)

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  11. Just Barry
    Sep 29, 2018 @ 04:06:52

    I know jack squat about Dorian Grey, but my this was compelling. That was chilling and brilliant. It reads as the aftermath of a portrait. A morbidly self-satisfied still-life.

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    • kanzensakura
      Sep 29, 2018 @ 14:13:33

      Thank you Barry. Oscar Wilde was a brilliant writer in the 1890’s who sadly died at the age of 46 in Paris. He influenced the wit and art of his times greatly. He saw things with a clarity and honesty in a way few of his time did. Start with some of his quotes. One if my favorites is: the truth is rarely pure or simple. One of my favorite writers

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  12. lynn__
    Sep 29, 2018 @ 11:34:16

    A despicable character, that Dorian, and you paint him wickedly!

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  13. Beverly Crawford
    Sep 29, 2018 @ 12:53:33

    Congrats on the MFA and to Momma, who stressed the importance of education! Great story.

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    • kanzensakura
      Sep 29, 2018 @ 13:04:24

      Mama saw to it that her two younger sisters, herself, and me had college degrees and beyond. She said it was the only way we could win over men.

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  14. coalblack
    Sep 30, 2018 @ 14:19:56

    Yikes! This one is harder to take than most of them, but I love your DG series and hope you never stop writing them.

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