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sherlock60Welcome once again to my poetry page!
I hope each week you will read Dr. Watson’s delightful narrative and then be inspired to write a poem related to it in some way. All forms of poetry are permitted, and further down the page there is a selection you might like to consider using over the coming weeks.
This week my featured form is the ghazal.
poets.org gives this definition of a ghazal:
The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets—and typically no more than fifteen—that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.
Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.
You can find further information in this article by tiganusi on dA.
Here is my example poem:
My modest home once had quite magnificent drains.
Then Mr. Holmes became acquainted with my drains.
Sir, I asked you to take them out of the butter dish.
Tell me: how exactly did they end up in my drains?
Jones the plumber now gives me a special discount;
He has become exceedingly familiar with my drains.
Past midnight: Mr. Holmes has not yet come home.
That’s a shame. I did so want to discuss my drains.
So, if one were planning to brutally murder a tenant,
Could one dispose of the body in my— one’s drains?
As always, this is simply something to consider for the future. Any form of poetry is welcome this week—and every week! Here are a few suggestions for you:
221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, blackout poetry, call and response, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, colour poems, concrete poetry, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, epigram, epulaeryu, fable, ghazal, haiku, limerick, palindrome poetry, riddle, sedoka, sestina, sonnet, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triolet, tyburn, villanelle
Please leave all your poems inspired by The Crooked Man in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!
Warm regards,
Mrs. Hudson
I hope each week you will read Dr. Watson’s delightful narrative and then be inspired to write a poem related to it in some way. All forms of poetry are permitted, and further down the page there is a selection you might like to consider using over the coming weeks.
This week my featured form is the ghazal.
poets.org gives this definition of a ghazal:
The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets—and typically no more than fifteen—that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.
Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.
You can find further information in this article by tiganusi on dA.
Here is my example poem:
Then Mr. Holmes became acquainted with my drains.
Sir, I asked you to take them out of the butter dish.
Tell me: how exactly did they end up in my drains?
Jones the plumber now gives me a special discount;
He has become exceedingly familiar with my drains.
Past midnight: Mr. Holmes has not yet come home.
That’s a shame. I did so want to discuss my drains.
So, if one were planning to brutally murder a tenant,
Could one dispose of the body in my— one’s drains?
As always, this is simply something to consider for the future. Any form of poetry is welcome this week—and every week! Here are a few suggestions for you:
221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, blackout poetry, call and response, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, colour poems, concrete poetry, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, epigram, epulaeryu, fable, ghazal, haiku, limerick, palindrome poetry, riddle, sedoka, sestina, sonnet, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triolet, tyburn, villanelle
Please leave all your poems inspired by The Crooked Man in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!
Mrs. Hudson
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A 221B verselet
Date: 2015-06-21 07:25 am (UTC)For one
Lonely
Bachelor
Re: A 221B verselet
Date: 2015-06-21 08:48 am (UTC)Re: A 221B verselet
Date: 2015-06-21 12:46 pm (UTC)You are a gin-enhanced saint.
Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 08:29 am (UTC)Dead Colonel
“David!”
Barclay.
Crooked Uriah,
Guilty conscience,
Apoplexy.
Biblical.
Re: Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 08:50 am (UTC)Re: Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 04:50 pm (UTC)Re: Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 12:46 pm (UTC)Re: Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 04:51 pm (UTC)Re: Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 04:32 pm (UTC)Re: Two 221bs
Date: 2015-06-21 04:52 pm (UTC)Limerick
Date: 2015-06-21 08:46 am (UTC)Who was starting to look quite wary
He had seen a mongoose
Which had only one purpose
And he had no wish to become confectionary
Re: Limerick
Date: 2015-06-21 12:47 pm (UTC)Re: Limerick
Date: 2015-06-21 04:34 pm (UTC)Re: Limerick
Date: 2015-06-21 04:34 pm (UTC)Re: Limerick
Date: 2015-06-21 04:37 pm (UTC)Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 08:52 am (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 12:48 pm (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 04:36 pm (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 05:27 pm (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 05:34 pm (UTC)Group hug
Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 05:27 pm (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 05:34 pm (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 06:58 pm (UTC)Re: Your poem, Mrs H
Date: 2015-06-21 07:45 pm (UTC)Mrs H seemed so sad...:-p
no subject
Date: 2015-06-21 06:59 pm (UTC)Just another day at Baker Street!
no subject
Date: 2015-06-21 07:59 pm (UTC)