|Charleston Farmhouse Door; image courtesy of Tess Kincaid|
This is the keyhole through which he spied,
And saw the prisoner locked inside.
This is the prisoner with nowhere to hide,
Condemned to death because someone lied.
This is the liar who has no shame,
Who put the scapegoat in the frame.
This is the killer who has no name,
Who let the prisoner take the blame.
This is the lawyer who only saw,
A guilty man walk through the door.
This is the judge who set his jaw,
And instructed the jury to follow the law.
This is the witness and false is she,
Who twisted her words and pointed at me.
This is the jailer who turned the key,
Extinguishing hope that I'll ever be free.
For some reason I thought of 'The House That Jack Built' when I saw this prompt, so this is my own attempt at a Cumulative Tale. It's a device I've not tried before but it added a dimension of challenge.
Linking to Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales, where Tess posts an image to get our creative juices flowing.