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holmes_minorWe might still be temporarily marooned here on the Isle of Wight at Osborne House but at least the quarantine restrictions have lifted a little. And so today we will be taking the ‘bus to Ryde and having a picnic on the beach!
Mrs. Small-Hobbit has been out to purchase a few essentials. Bread. Cheese. Cakes. A… case of red wine... And Mrs. Frankles has assisted me in putting together a splendid hamper of comestibles.
If everyone could put their face masks into place? Then we can set off to the stop. And while waiting for the ‘bus, perhaps everyone could consider this quotation as inspiration for your poems. It’s from Doctor Watson’s story “The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton”:
“Excellent. And a mask?” “I can make a couple out of black silk.” “I can see that you have a strong natural turn for this sort of thing. Very good; do you make the masks…” With our black silk face-coverings, which turned us into two of the most truculent figures in London, we stole up to the silent, gloomy house.
Ah, Doctor Watson! Full of the most unexpected of skills, bless him.
Here as well is the usual list of poetry forms:
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
And here we go. Off to Ryde Sands!
Mrs. Small-Hobbit has been out to purchase a few essentials. Bread. Cheese. Cakes. A… case of red wine... And Mrs. Frankles has assisted me in putting together a splendid hamper of comestibles.
If everyone could put their face masks into place? Then we can set off to the stop. And while waiting for the ‘bus, perhaps everyone could consider this quotation as inspiration for your poems. It’s from Doctor Watson’s story “The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton”:
“Excellent. And a mask?” “I can make a couple out of black silk.” “I can see that you have a strong natural turn for this sort of thing. Very good; do you make the masks…” With our black silk face-coverings, which turned us into two of the most truculent figures in London, we stole up to the silent, gloomy house.
Ah, Doctor Watson! Full of the most unexpected of skills, bless him.
Here as well is the usual list of poetry forms:
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
And here we go. Off to Ryde Sands!
A question
Date: 2020-06-17 08:24 pm (UTC)Is made of high quality ultra-black silk
The only thing we have to ask
Is where did he find stockings of such ilk?
They’re certainly not from his landlady
He wouldn’t dare go anywhere near
I suppose they’re from somewhere quite shady
I wonder if the owner is here?
Re: A question
Date: 2020-06-20 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: A question
Date: 2020-06-22 10:19 pm (UTC)Re: A question
Date: 2020-06-22 04:49 pm (UTC)Re: A question
Date: 2020-06-22 10:19 pm (UTC)Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 04:19 pm (UTC)a cloudless sun to coax us out of bed
bright reveille to start us on our way
our hamper groans in wicker, worn and fed
we’re off, fine parasols tucked under arms
and stalwart compass set for beachy head
to Ryde, that carnival of briny charms,
we’re off to stretch ourselves upon warm sand,
along fair shore, beneath gulls’ mad alarms
we soon arrive, our merry-making band,
break out tan rackets and white shuttlecock
and bat beside the surf, a frolic grand
our sport attracts a wild spectator flock,
which snips our tight-strung strings with sharpened beaks
and steals our birdie with a plunder-squawk
the winged attack distracts from stealthy sneaks;
a troop at pillage, bold side-stepping crabs
depart with boiled eggs, ham marbled with streaks
the last clawed marauder roguishly nabs
the Victoria sponge and scurries off,
the orange squash—thank goodness—out-of-grabs
such sweet elixir, slaking quaff by quaff,
is drained as tide rolls in—and rolls us out!
horizon-ward we’re tugged by Neptune’s trough
a fisherman’s net thwarts strong current’s route
thus spared a wat’ry grave and hauled aboard,
we bake among day’s catch of haddock stout
on ferry back to land, we spot feast’s gored
remains: a bottle bobbing, blanket shred,
all ruin’d or carried off by seaside hoard
‘when next a cloudless dawn strikes soft our bed
upon a golden morn,’ we vow, as one,
‘we’ll baulk and picnic in our dreams instead!
not for us the lure of midsummer sun!
not for us, Ryde’s carnival of dog days’ fun!’
Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 04:33 pm (UTC)Excellent poetry though!
Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 04:35 pm (UTC)Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 07:41 pm (UTC)Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 08:06 pm (UTC)Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 08:18 pm (UTC)Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 09:54 pm (UTC)Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-03 11:00 pm (UTC)Re: Picnic Disaster at Ryde [Terza Rima, Gen]
Date: 2020-07-04 02:42 am (UTC)