SELF-PORTRAIT AS AGATHA CHRISTIE NOVEL

AV Bridgwood


some say the pacing drags and the ending is impossible / but I love / this solution unfurling / slowly in me like a fortune / fish in a hot palm // it all hinges on the knowledge of a child / strange / watchful / found silenced / at the birthday party with an apple in her mouth / after which violence / becomes ordinary as breakfast / (kippers sweating on a silver platter) / for the survivors / in silly hats squabbling / over an inheritance / that never existed // don’t worry / I have a wise old girl in me who baffles / the authorities / by listening / to the gardener the servant the patient / raises an eyebrow at the true gent / the good wife // one day she’ll gather / the squabbling selves together / ancestors looking down / from panels of oak slicked and beaten / almost into glass / and reveal who it was / who stripped / the body / who roughed up the flowerbed and slashed / grandpa’s portrait / and the one / she points to will stand up / and say yes / it is I / yes / I am / the heart / of this story / yes I am / the blood of it / and I’ll say O / O / I see it now / of course / that was the meaning / of the smashed clock / the unsigned letter / the figure fleeing / down the narrow passages / of the hurtling night / train to god knows where / of course / that was the Beginning / and the Middle / that led to this / finally / the Ending  

 

AV Bridgwood is a writer from Manchester. They are a former Foyle Young Poet and recent graduate of UEA’s MA Poetry. AV was commended in the National Poetry Competition 2023. Their work is published in journals such as Magma (forthcoming), The Interpreter's House, and Lighthouse.