Sherlock Holmes: 60 for 60

My mother could speak any language;
My great-uncle painted in France.
Big Brother is watching our country –
But I always wanted to dance.

You see me, consulting detective,
Quite proper in frock-coat and tweed.
But at home, when alone with my music,
My black tights are all that I need.

Jeté, mid-air spin, graceful landing,
Touch the ground, flip and upright again.
Leap the divan, roll under the table,
Slide across on my knees for the end.

When body is focused on movement,
I find that my brain’s clear and free
To card the most gripping of problems,
Solving crime with Miss Terpsichore.

When Watson returns from his practice
To find me enrobed in my chair,
He thinks that a pipe helped my brainwork –
But the art in my blood got me there.

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Your squires of yore
His family history
‘My brother Mycroft’
Her heart is hurting
Our hour is come
Their knife is there
Its blade hits

Edited Date: 2015-07-05 08:55 am (UTC)

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debriswoman

Excellent poem, ma'am:-)
There seems to be a subtext here regarding your own doubts about the appearance of a sibling...or am I over analysing your work?

Edited Date: 2015-07-05 10:14 am (UTC)

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debriswoman

Very nice
Really clever re the first word of each line
And it's great to see you write in the poetic form of the week rather than leaving it to Mrs H:-p

Edited Date: 2015-07-05 10:18 am (UTC)

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debriswoman

Brilliantly done:-)
And such great images:-p

Edited Date: 2015-07-05 10:22 am (UTC)

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To Watson’s immense surprise
Sherlock Holmes had a brother
A corpulent man named Mycroft;
They shared a father and mother.

Holmes sees his brother quite often
They meet at the Diogenes Club
But he always arranges the meetings
The nights Watson sees Lestrade at the pub.

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At least it explains some of the crashes I can hear coming from 221B.

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Such a succint use of the verse form. My congratulations!

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A clever summation of Sophie's understandable revenge.

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debriswoman

Thank you:-)

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debriswoman

I do like the idea of Holmes meeting up with Mycroft, where they talk to each other
Watson and Lestrade's meeting place sounds cosier.

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This is so great ^_^ When I saw the title of your poem I was prepared for the humour, but it's rather touching as well ^^

I especially like: Leap the divan, roll under the table,
Slide across on my knees for the end. Made me think particularly of Jeremy Brett ^^

And that last line is wonderful.

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*gives 'chum' very hard stare*

(Thank you very much :P)

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Thank you so much, Mrs. H. ^__^

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Wonderful use of the form - your rhymes feel so natural. And I especially like: Cold steel against warm finger tips, concealed. (We've been through this before - you know what I mean.) And the repeating line gives such a horrible feeling of anticipation for the coming act.

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I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mrs. P...

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But he always arranges the meetings
The nights Watson sees Lestrade at the pub.

This does explain why Watson was completely unaware of Mycroft's existence...

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debriswoman

Stop looking at me like that, it's true!

(:-p)

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debriswoman

Thank you very much:-)

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Given the choice I'm sure I'd go with Watson and Lestrade.

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By far the easiest solution ;)

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Thanks. I had some help on the imagery - from Sergei Polunin's glorious "Take Me To Church" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-tW0CkvdDI) ballet.

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"Ah, Mrs. H! I was just ... er, tidying the room. Yes, that's what I was doing."

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Jeremy Brett would have been perfect for this scene! Considering he pretty much leapt over or flung himself under everything anyway (until the poor man's heart problems put a stop to that).

Had a little help visualizing this scene from the lovely Sergei Polunin "Take Me To Church" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-tW0CkvdDI) video.

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debriswoman

Just looked at the link...I see what you mean:-)

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laurose8.livejournal.com

Very good. The word concealed is so right.

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debriswoman

Thank you:-)

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