The Horse


The fat lady sings to mark the opera is complete.
She’s off to a restaurant, a friend to meet.
Outside the theatre, the crowds are mingling.
Somewhere in the distance, she hears someone singing.
As she approaches, there’s a terrible scream.
It’s then she remembers it’s the night of Halloween.
She tries to run, but her legs won’t move.
There’s an old memory in the air that she cannot remove.
It was on this night many arias ago,
A night that was cold, dark and covered in snow.
She saw that vision in ghostly drab,
Run from a body that had been so cruelly stabbed.
It was her, from a scene, that was about to be sung
Il Cavaliere Rusticana had only just begun.
The violins struck up, but she forgot her opening line
A trickle of fear ran down her spine.
The horse sensed her torment and stamped then reared
The audience gasped affixed and feared!
Backwards she fell onto the blade
And unless it’s Halloween there she stayed.
© 2017, Danny Kemp All rights reserved




About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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