Friday, 17 June 2011

The Ice House

i.m. Irene White

A well-known aromatherapist is washing up dishes,
her yellow Marigolds deep in sudsy water,
perhaps thinking of summer holidays in places
she might find quality Clary Sage or Lemon Yellow.
The killer has meanwhile already entered the house.
And with the separated mother-of-three humming
by the sink to the radio, he plunges the knife in her back
twenty-seven times. When the news hits the tabloids
it emerges that the gold-coloured Art Deco house
is worth a million, and that Eircom and the ESB
have made her and her husband ‘offers’. Five years
later the killer is still not caught though the town
has its suspicions. On occasion I pass the house
with its name at a slant in stone, its broken windows
and fly-about yellow duck-tape, its echoes of Ronan
Collins’ show-band hour, whiffs of Eucalyptus.

© Jaki McCarrick

'Cold case' team hunt for Irene White's killer
Jaki McCarrick has published poetry and short stories. Her play, Leopoldville, was a finalist in the 2010 Yale Drama Series Playwriting Competition and won the 2010 Papatango New Writing Award.