August Activity Post

[scfrankles.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the August activity post!


For this activity we will be concentrating on micropoetry. We are going to try a new form based on the 221B: the 2 x 21B.

That is, two separate but linked poems of 21 words each—both poems ending with a word beginning with ‘b’.


Mouselet from the Marylebone Monthly Illustrated has written an example 21B for us:


There’s no-one like my inspector
He’s better than all the rest
He’s truly one in a million
He’s simply the best



And here is my partner to it:


This most respectful of mice
Finds distant admiration will suffice
She really does not wish to woo
With her charming billet-doux.



You can use any or no rhyme scheme, and you can link your poems together in any way you choose. All the 21Bs should be left as comments on this post!


An extra activity: perhaps you’d like to have a go at a 221B poem as well—that is, a poem 221 words long, the last word beginning with ‘b’. These poems should be submitted as new posts.


Remember that you needn’t take part in the activity if you don’t wish to. Once you’re a member, you can post what and when you want—as long as you keep to the 500 words or less wordcount and the ACD Holmes ‘verse. AUs, crossovers and fusions are all permitted, as long as the characters remain essentially recognisable as the original ACD versions.

Please see the profile for the full posting guidelines!

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

How very appropriate. Sending Mouselet a whisker tickle for each charming verse.

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

At noon, the lonely villa sits quite still upon the southern sloping downs.
No sound, no stirring, save the buzzing of the bees
about the mid-day’s toil. Like pirates bold, they plunder; dance like drunken clowns,
festooned, costumed, following the blossom-scented breeze.

Seaside Holiday, a poem by I. Quill

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

To partake of pleasures marine,
to marvel at sea-life rare-seen
as the sun drips like a ripe mangosteen
requires no bathing-machine.
Fur and quills take on briny sheen
Without costume or screen
Sinking sullied, surfacing clean.
Leaving behind city grime, frets byzantine.

[debriswoman]

Impressive poetic contributions:-)

Pining with a side of pining

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Once more,
the cry does not go unheard, unheeded;
the ask unanswered.
No matter hour, danger.
Once more
into the breach.

Once more,
words go unvoiced,
glances remain averted.
No matter chance, circumstance,
lips stay pressed in silence,
quelling, quashing heart’s beseech.

I pronounce you Mr & Mrs Watson

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

We stand together at the altar
I look at her with pride
My pearl beyond the farthest seas
My beautiful bride

The circumstances which brought us
Sent others to the tomb
But now I celebrate with him
My brave and handsome bridegroom

The Ferret's Lament

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

I'm happy to help with a case
I'm furry so I will not freeze
But why must I wear pink bootees?


Doctor Watson and I are on a chase
We're pursuing some very important rumours
I don't know why I'm wearing bloomers

St. Simon breakfast blues

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Rasher’s been rashly rationed away.
Eggs’ve been wedged in the ol’ craw to stay
How much breakfast must a man bide?
Kippers’ve been slippered ‘n stashed.
Bangers and mash’ve been mangled and bashed
Oh, tomato!
Oh, where, oh, is my lovely bride?