[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
Title: Everywhere
Rating: Gen
Length: 250
Warnings: American pronunciation & slang; anachronistic slang
Notes: Parody of song lyrics
Summary: Sherlock Holmes sings a blues song about his Hiatus.
Author’s Note: There’ve been many versions of this song recorded. Here’s the Johnny Cash one. For the June prompt: travel.


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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author:[livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: general
Word count: just under 200
Response to February monthly prompt, written earlier
Hiatus setting

Mystery Card

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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
A response to the monthly prompt: Card....written earlier.
I may have portrayed the writer as a teensy bit out of character, but my version of canon has him as a fan of this author, I cannot remember why.
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: general

Fan Male

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[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
Title: Fruitful Verse
Rating: G
Length: 305
Poetic Form: etheree (octuple)
Author's Note: Greenaway's Language of Flowers gives the following meanings: cherry (good education); plum (fidelity); peach (your qualities like your charms are unequal); raspberry(remorse); and strawberry (love and esteem); the tart also contains blackberry and blueberry preserves.
Inky's Note: Mrs. Hudson was kind enough to lend me the use of her kitchen (and her opposable thumbs) to prepare a most auspicious dessert, the epiphany tart, for presentation with this verse on this felicitous occasion and so I humble submit:

To Mister Holmes, a bit of fruitful verse on this the anniversary of your birth.
Happy Birthday, Mister Holmes! )
[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: general
Word count:around 270
Notes: written earlier...If Holmes actually tried to help...
Further note of explanation...I have taken part in a daily December prompt series on ffnet, Sherlock Holmes book section, now in its 6th year...wrapping and gifts have come up quite a lot...:-P

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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: general
Word count: around 420
Notes: written earlier. BMJ=British Medical Journal

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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: General
Word count: around 230
Characters: Holmes and Watson
Notes: written earlier and posted elsewhere

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[identity profile] thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com
Title: When Experimenting With Gunpowder
Form/Wordcount: Acrostic poem
Characters/Pairings: Mr Sherlock Holmes
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: What it says on the tin



Poem )
[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Written earlier...fits the firework prompt.

Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Word count: around 200
Rating: general

Fire and Light )
[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author[livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Word count: about 450
Rating: General
Notes...here is another one I made earlier...

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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: general
Word count: 427
Notes: written earlier, set before "The final problem"

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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: general
Word count: around 300
Notes: written earlier...seems to fit the prompt.

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[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: General
Word count:494
Notes...written earlier...I think it fits the "spirit" prompt but wasn't written specifically for it.

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[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
Title: Seven Orchids by Inky Quill
Rating: Gen
Length: 105
Content Notes: English sonnet;
Summary: Inky's been quite inspired by his West Country sojourn

The seven orchids of the autumn moor
are known to bloom when summer’s riches wane
They mark the site where maid of lore was slain
and seven virtues felled by evil’s boor.

For Innocence defiled so ruthlessly
For Beauty seized like plund’ring victor’s prize
For gentle Grace unmarred by weeping eyes
For Youth made far too old by tragedy

For Wisdom borne of peril’s schooling hand
For Courage bold to grasp the chance escape
to flee, mayhap, her destiny reshape
For Strength that bore ‘til form could not withstand.

Thus, blossoms spring from seven tear-sown ground,
and from a drop of blood, the ‘venging hound.



[identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] debriswoman
Rating: General
Characters: Holmes, Watson, Hopkins, and four borrowed from [livejournal.com profile] thesmallhobbitand [livejournal.com profile] okapi1895 ( I hope you don't mind, this poem is for you both)
Word count: 312

Narrator: Mouselet.

Inspired by a Sherlock60 discussion on taxidermy...

Still Life

We froze, just like predators stalking their prey;
Each pose tortured muscle groups, every which way;
A whist game in progress, Jacks low, aces high;
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
My whiskers were tingling, a lingering itch:
My nose seemed determined to wiggle and twitch;
But statues were called for, the rogues were close by
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
The ferret's wrist tendons were feeling the strain;
The deck held aloft in mid deal, it was plain
Each fibre, each blood vessel, stretched to comply;
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
Poor Inky, cards scattered, contracted each quill;
All movements would magnify, hard to keep still;
His pained perseverance, no friend could deny;
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
The ocelot, placing a bet, seemed unfazed;
His tutu unruffled, one paw slightly raised.
But, was that a tear in his unblinking eye?
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
A flurry, a scurry of movement, a chase;
We listened, sound muffled by glass fronted case.
Two shots, several swear words, a valiant cry.
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
Then silence, then rescue; the case opened wide,
With four stiff yet grateful young creatures inside;
A deep simultaneous, shuddering sigh
From the ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
Mr Holmes, my Inspector, and Watson stared hard
At the small chairs and table, each miniature card;
As we stood, stretching limbs to the wonderful sky;
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
Four diamond stuffed corpses revealed their sad role;
A weasel, a civet, a hedgehog, a vole.
We'd taken their places, in order to spy;
The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
Two smugglers in prison, a Baker Street feast;
(A moment, heads bowed, for four victims, deceased.)
A toast with raised glasses, a modest reply
From the ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.
~0~
[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
Title: The Seasons of the Bee by Inky Quill
Length: 101
Rating: Gen
Form: English Sonnet
Author's Note: I have taken the playwright’s advice to ‘go to the bee, then poet, consider her ways and be wise’ in my recent plunder of Mister Holmes’s burgeoning library on apiology. Here, the humble fruit of my labour, for your enjoyment.

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[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com

Title: A Journey

Form/Length: 221, [a homemade variation on the 221B form with ‘A’ being the first word and 221b (counted as 1 word) being the final]; acrostic poem spelling out the May prompt

Rating: Gen

Summary: Watson reflects on the journey from Jezail bullet to Baker Street.

A journey of four thousand miles begins with one step, mine, into the path of a

Jezail bullet. That step, misstep, might have been journey’s first and last, save for the brave heart of an

Orderly and the strong back of a pack-horse upon which I narrowly escaped,

Under a snarling Afghan sun, the clutches of the murderous Ghazis.

Removed was I, on that loping, lumbering caravan of suffering, to Peshawur,

Not suspecting that my pain, my prolonged hardship was far from over.

Every step about the wards, every breath of air enjoyed upon the verandah, was one of a finite set,

Yawning before me lay the perils of enteric

Fever. Once again, journey’s end seemed near, but the curse of our Indian possessions lifted, and I was

Removed once more, less man than walking bones, in the troopship

Orontes to Portsmouth Jetty. Unmoored, untethered, I drained alongside my fellow idlers to London,

My pockets heavy with eleven shilling, sixpence of paternal concern. Under such a sail, I drifted

A few hundred steps from hotel to Bar, one gasp of recognition from shoulder-tap to smile, a hansom

To a bleak stone staircase of a great hospital, then the grasp of a plaster-mottled, acid-stained hand.

Oh arduous was the voyage in its undertaking, but so sweet the reckoning! My home-coming to

221B!

[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
Title: Handsome Cab
Rating: G
Length: 50
Summary: Two limericks about the April Activity illustrations.

There once was a handsome cab

Ever ready for Holmes to grab

“When game’s a-loose,

I only want to deduce,

but Watson won’t ride in chariots drab!”


Criss-crossing London it roams

Streets, narrow and dark, it combs

"Oy, Watson, a clue?"

"No, 'strade, a horseshoe

Engraved 'Property of Sherlock Holmes!'”

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