Well, I say everyone... I believe Mrs. Small-Hobbit’s train has come to a complete halt somewhere in the Midlands. But she has sent her apologies via telegram and will be attempting to join the rest of us as soon as possible.
Our first stop is right here: Miss Cranston’s Tea Rooms on Ingram Street. Where not only will we refresh our bodies with tea, sandwiches and a few mixed fancies, we will refresh our very souls! For in the luncheon room we will be examining the gesso panel The May Queen by Margaret Macdonald. Follow me, please!
...yes, I quite agree. Absolutely beautiful work—and those smoked salmon sandwiches weren’t too bad either.
Now, who is that coming down the pavement? Ah, Mrs. Small-Hobbit! You’re here! Just in time to join us for the second part of our excursion. It’s most exciting—we have been given permission to take part in a life-drawing class at the Glasgow School of Art.
I gather the gentleman model will be fully dressed though, in deference to there being ‘ladies present’. Which seems somewhat ridiculous to me. We are all sophisticated people—I don’t think any of us are delicate little flowers who would faint away merely at the thought of a strange man appearing without his trousers! I mean, who on earth—
Can someone put Mrs. Frankles into the recovery position, please? I’m coming over with the smelling salts.
There we go, Mrs. Frankles, take a deep breath… Ah, she’s coming round, thank heavens.
What’s that, Mrs. Frankles?
No, you certainly can’t have a tot of brandy ‘just to be on the safe side’.
I’m glad you’ve recovered though because the bus for the art school is just approaching…
Well, that was a most productive session! I hope that the visit to the Tea Rooms and the sketches you’ve produced in the life class will aid you in writing your poems.
And just before we head to our overnight lodgings to begin composing, I will add a quotation from Dr. Watson’s story ‘The Copper Beeches’ as one more source of inspiration:
“To the man who loves art for its own sake," remarked Sherlock Holmes, tossing aside the advertisement sheet of the Daily Telegraph, "it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived…”
Speaking of Mr. Holmes… He was the one in fact who recommended Mrs. Forbes’ accommodation to me, as he stayed here once on a case. If possible though, please try and refrain from letting Mrs. Forbes know this. Let us just say that our landlady does not remember the stay quite as affectionately as Mr. Holmes does, and we don’t want to be returning to London on the milk train.
And so, on to Mrs. Forbes’ and on to poetry! As always you will be free to use any form you like. Here are a few suggestions:
221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, ballad, barzelletta, beeswing, blackout poetry, blitz poem, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cherita, 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, puente, 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
All completed poems should be left as comments on my page!