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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 go on 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.
And here, courtesy of my housemaid Rachel, is this week’s suggested poem to read—a suggestion inspired by the themes and subjects in this week's story. Hopefully you will enjoy the poem, and perhaps it may give you some ideas for a poem of your own or allow you to look at Dr. Watson's story in a new way.
The Face
By Stevie Smith
Thank you so much to Rachel. And here is also a new poetry form to try: the xenolith.
Carol R. Ward gives this definition of her form:
The Xenolith is a 15 line poem. Seven of the lines have twelve syllables per line and are mono-rhymed. Eight of the lines have eight syllables per line and are written in rhyming couplets. You can separate the 12 syllable lines from the 8 syllable lines and have two complete poems.
Schematic.
1 xxxxxxxxxxxA
2 xxxxxxxB
3 xxxxxxxxxxxA
4 xxxxxxxB
5 xxxxxxxxxxxA
6 xxxxxxxC
7 xxxxxxxC
8 xxxxxxxxxxxA
9 xxxxxxxD
10 xxxxxxxD
11 xxxxxxxxxxxA
12 xxxxxxxE
13 xxxxxxxxxxxA
14 xxxxxxxE
15 xxxxxxxxxxxA
Here is my example:
Mr. Holmes is packed and is handing back the keys
After all this time living here
And through two-twenty-one-b you can feel a breeze
I have gone and lost something dear
Maybe it is expected to feel ill at ease
My bay windows have been shattered
And my nerves are feeling battered
As my tenant leaves for Sussex to tend his bees
Will I get the cash for the panes?
And something extra for the drains?
To be honest, he often tries his best to please
Oh. My curtains have ended up
Colourful streamers tied in knots around my trees
Looking like a strange buttercup
Now finally it is the end of days like these
12 syllables, mono rhyme
Mr. Holmes is packed and is handing back the keys
And through two-twenty-one-b you can feel a breeze
Maybe it is expected to feel ill at ease
As my tenant leaves for Sussex to tend his bees
To be honest, he often tries his best to please
Colourful streamers tied in knots around my trees
Now finally it is the end of days like these
8 syllables, rhyming couplets
After all this time living here
I have gone and lost something dear
My bay windows have been shattered
And my nerves are feeling battered
Will I get the cash for the panes?
And something extra for the drains?
Oh. My curtains have ended up
Looking like a strange buttercup
But you do not have to use this form. 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, ballad, barzelletta, beeswing, blackout poetry, blitz poem, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, clogyrnach, colour poems, compound word verse, concrete poetry, Cornish verse, curtal sonnet, débat, décima, descort, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, echo verse, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, elegiac stanza, elfje, englyn, enuig, epigram, epistle, epitaph, epulaeryu, Etheree, fable, Fib, florette, found poetry, free verse, ghazal, haiku, hay(na)ku, In Memoriam stanza, Italian sonnet, jueju, kennings poem, lanturne, lies, limerick, line messaging, list poem, lyric poetry, mathnawī, micropoetry, mini-monoverse, musette, nonsense verse, palindrome poetry, pantoum, Parallelismus Membrorum, poem cycle, quatern, quintilla, renga, rhyming alliterisen, riddle, rimas dissolutas, rime couée, rispetto, Schüttelreim, sedoka, septet, sestina, shadorma, sonnet, stream of consciousness, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triangular triplet, tricube, trine, triolet, Tyburn, villanelle, xenolith
Please leave all your poems inspired by The Creeping 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 go on 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.
And here, courtesy of my housemaid Rachel, is this week’s suggested poem to read—a suggestion inspired by the themes and subjects in this week's story. Hopefully you will enjoy the poem, and perhaps it may give you some ideas for a poem of your own or allow you to look at Dr. Watson's story in a new way.
By Stevie Smith
Thank you so much to Rachel. And here is also a new poetry form to try: the xenolith.
Carol R. Ward gives this definition of her form:
The Xenolith is a 15 line poem. Seven of the lines have twelve syllables per line and are mono-rhymed. Eight of the lines have eight syllables per line and are written in rhyming couplets. You can separate the 12 syllable lines from the 8 syllable lines and have two complete poems.
Schematic.
1 xxxxxxxxxxxA
2 xxxxxxxB
3 xxxxxxxxxxxA
4 xxxxxxxB
5 xxxxxxxxxxxA
6 xxxxxxxC
7 xxxxxxxC
8 xxxxxxxxxxxA
9 xxxxxxxD
10 xxxxxxxD
11 xxxxxxxxxxxA
12 xxxxxxxE
13 xxxxxxxxxxxA
14 xxxxxxxE
15 xxxxxxxxxxxA
Here is my example:
After all this time living here
And through two-twenty-one-b you can feel a breeze
I have gone and lost something dear
Maybe it is expected to feel ill at ease
My bay windows have been shattered
And my nerves are feeling battered
As my tenant leaves for Sussex to tend his bees
Will I get the cash for the panes?
And something extra for the drains?
To be honest, he often tries his best to please
Oh. My curtains have ended up
Colourful streamers tied in knots around my trees
Looking like a strange buttercup
Now finally it is the end of days like these
12 syllables, mono rhyme
Mr. Holmes is packed and is handing back the keys
And through two-twenty-one-b you can feel a breeze
Maybe it is expected to feel ill at ease
As my tenant leaves for Sussex to tend his bees
To be honest, he often tries his best to please
Colourful streamers tied in knots around my trees
Now finally it is the end of days like these
8 syllables, rhyming couplets
After all this time living here
I have gone and lost something dear
My bay windows have been shattered
And my nerves are feeling battered
Will I get the cash for the panes?
And something extra for the drains?
Oh. My curtains have ended up
Looking like a strange buttercup
But you do not have to use this form. 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, ballad, barzelletta, beeswing, blackout poetry, blitz poem, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, clogyrnach, colour poems, compound word verse, concrete poetry, Cornish verse, curtal sonnet, débat, décima, descort, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, echo verse, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, elegiac stanza, elfje, englyn, enuig, epigram, epistle, epitaph, epulaeryu, Etheree, fable, Fib, florette, found poetry, free verse, ghazal, haiku, hay(na)ku, In Memoriam stanza, Italian sonnet, jueju, kennings poem, lanturne, lies, limerick, line messaging, list poem, lyric poetry, mathnawī, micropoetry, mini-monoverse, musette, nonsense verse, palindrome poetry, pantoum, Parallelismus Membrorum, poem cycle, quatern, quintilla, renga, rhyming alliterisen, riddle, rimas dissolutas, rime couée, rispetto, Schüttelreim, sedoka, septet, sestina, shadorma, sonnet, stream of consciousness, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triangular triplet, tricube, trine, triolet, Tyburn, villanelle, xenolith
Please leave all your poems inspired by The Creeping Man in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!
Mrs. Hudson
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Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 07:06 am (UTC)His courtship May-December-y
Sought youth, ingesting pineal gland
How love makes monkeys out of Man
Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 10:12 am (UTC)And I love your last line ^___^
Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 01:18 pm (UTC)Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 04:13 pm (UTC)I used the "love makes monkeys of men" for my limerick about this story too.
Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 02:44 pm (UTC)Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 04:14 pm (UTC)RE: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 03:59 pm (UTC)Re: Clerihew
Date: 2017-07-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 01:19 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 04:01 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 02:39 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 04:01 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 03:20 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 04:01 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 04:17 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Xenolith...attempt
Date: 2017-07-16 04:18 pm (UTC)Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 01:16 pm (UTC)As teeth wear ‘round an old pipe’s stem,
a dog reflects a master’s mien and leitmotif;
their notches tell of owner’s whim.
When bid, accomplice-dogs will stir or bay to grief
a loyalty to be compared
to shag tobacco never shared.
A dog will bite the hand that feeds in disbelief
as violins snap chords and strands
‘neath fingers ill, in other’s hands
A dog may serve as lamb, first straw in bloody sheaf,
and warn of threat day overlooks
A dog will point the way, the path, the pattern chief
like notes of note in index books.
Companion true’s a wont that’s mirror, aid, relief.
Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 02:40 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 03:57 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:02 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 03:59 pm (UTC)RE: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:02 pm (UTC)Well done:-)
Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:30 pm (UTC)Mrs. Hudson's poem
Date: 2017-07-16 01:28 pm (UTC)Re: Mrs. Hudson's poem
Date: 2017-07-16 03:28 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Mrs. Hudson's poem
Date: 2017-07-16 04:03 pm (UTC)ficlet tribute to the Poetry Page
Date: 2017-07-16 01:53 pm (UTC)Rating: Gen
Length: 340
Summary: Holmes discovers Watson’s poetry note-book
Author’s Note: An alphabet ficlet (each sentence starts with a subsequent letter of the alphabet beginning with the letter ‘F’) written for the LJ fffc com Little Special challenge for August (s.29). A tribute to the LJ Sherlock60 poetry page and a call-back to my first 60 written for this round.
Link
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6540835/chapters/25852188
Re: ficlet tribute to the Poetry Page
Date: 2017-07-16 03:48 pm (UTC)Re: ficlet tribute to the Poetry Page
Date: 2017-07-16 03:57 pm (UTC)RE: ficlet tribute to the Poetry Page
Date: 2017-07-16 04:06 pm (UTC)Re: ficlet tribute to the Poetry Page
Date: 2017-07-16 04:14 pm (UTC)Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 02:37 pm (UTC)His presence maybe just a sham
Holmes and Watson are together through thick and thin
Call for Watson by telegram
Holmes calls and Watson takes the demand on the chin
As useful as index books
Holmes ignores all Watson’s black looks
Watson’s role for Holmes is much like the violin
Words to Watson could be truly said
Just as well to his old bedstead
This poem will never a competition win
Just leave him with his old black pipe
I think this attempt will soon end up in the bin
What’s been written is truly tripe
Mrs Hudson no more poetry, stick to gin
Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 03:55 pm (UTC)Then of course I will be joining you over at
Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 03:59 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 03:58 pm (UTC)Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:00 pm (UTC)RE: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:06 pm (UTC)Only 2 weeks to go?
Goodness...:-(
Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:09 pm (UTC)I know - it seems very strange. Although goodness knows what poetry forms Mrs H is going to find for us for the last couple of weeks.
Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:12 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Xenolith
Date: 2017-07-16 04:17 pm (UTC)Rachel's poem
Date: 2017-07-16 04:11 pm (UTC)Re: Rachel's poem
Date: 2017-07-16 05:14 pm (UTC)