holmes_minor | August Activity Post

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August Activity Post

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!

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

I'm sure Mouselet is most pleased ^^

Squeak :)

I had to google that last term. Mouselet is quite the sophisticated wordsmith as well.

I'm afraid you are mistaken, that verse was written by Frankles. There is nothing sophisticated about Mouselet :)

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.

This is absolutely beautiful!

Thank you!

Crikey - it's wonderful what you've done with the form. I love Like pirates bold, they plunder; dance like drunken clowns,/ festooned, costumed, following the blossom-scented breeze.

Thank you! I like the form a lot (as you can probably tell). The second part is the stronger of the two, I agree.

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.

That seaside holiday has clearly refreshed Inky - he's a true wordsmith.

I think he and Ferret enjoyed themselves immensely. Thank you.

I particularly like Sinking sullied, surfacing clean. And great applause to Inky for all those rhymes ^^"

Thank you, thank you. *humble rodent bow*

Impressive poetic contributions:-)

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.

Beautifully put!

Thank you very much!

Your title gave me a rueful chuckle ^^"

I love the cry does not go unheard, unheeded;/ the ask unanswered. - the pattern being sort of repeated in the final line quelling, quashing heart’s beseech.

Yeah, I'm hitting all my favs today, no? Maybe I'll work in some feet or a Turkish bath later on...probably because I'm a bit canon-drunk after reading about some BRACES of WOODCOCK (!!) and cobwebbed wine bottles earlier today.

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

Aw. Very nice. I like pearl beyond the farthest sea.

Thank you - I'm delighted you liked it.

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

It's a mystery to all of us, but a very amusing mystery.

Someday, maybe, we'll find out.

I’m really not surprised
Pink baby bootees don’t fill you with joy
I mean, shouldn’t it be
Blue for a boy?

But regarding the underwear:
Surely you have read
That if one’s wearing an evening gown
Wearing bloomers is just well bred?

Most excellent rejoinder!

I’m not a fan of pink at all
But Dr Watson said it wouldn’t do
To wear bootees which were blue

And it’s hard dressing for the ball
It’s not even my choice of gown
I wanted orange, they gave me brown

Poor ferret! He's a sartorial Job.

But I have to say, I am a fan of dueling mods, word-sabers at dawn!

We get our entertainment where we can ;)

When someone cries, ‘Oh, who shall wear it?’
Why do all eyes turn to Ferret?
Muff, gown, suit.
Corset, ruff, boot.
‘Friends in need,’ Ferret confesses
‘Are friends indeed with frocks and dresses.
Getting in them’s easy,
But getting out’s a brute!’

Oh, that's perfect. And so true, poor ferret.

Thank you! I thought I'd have a turn at the game.

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?

I can see this one being taken up and sung in all the music halls.

Thank you! Nice to hear it has singability!

What a lovely new icon, btw ^__^

Oh, crikey - for a moment I thought Rasher the dog was making a reappearance ^^ But my disappointment was assuaged by your marvellous wordplay. I especially like that almost-Spoonerism of Bangers and mash’ve been mangled and bashed, and that heartbreaking cry of Oh, tomato! ^__^

Thank you. I earned it for the weekend challenge over at 1_million_words.

Yeah, I think it should've been plural, but oh, well. No, Victor Trevor's dog is safe (except if the taxidermist got him, of course).

Thank you, thank you.

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