Such an inspired idea to use the etheree form. The triangles that the lines form rather suggest the triangles of jam that form the star in the tart.
I loved:
The most upright branch casts a shadow/ on the steepest spire of philosophy/ whilst the lowest bower dips to anoint/ itself in forgotten slum water.
The fidelity of/ the great Sherlock Holmes/ is and was and/ shall ever/ be to/ truth.
The remorse of Sherlock Holmes is a clump/ of seedy, bee-bitten, port-coloured/ berries. Too rare to be hidden,/ too sharp to be sweet, far too/ telling to be false,
sweet-scented rubies for/ the clever, loyal, quick and true,/ once bestowed, then preserved in sugared/ memory like a late summer’s embrace.
the smoke of a new pipe;/ the weight of old silk;/ Watson. These are/ the great loves/ of the great/ Sherlock/ Holmes.
Many congratulations to Inky for writing such a wonderful poem and producing such a lovely tart. And an extra little nod to Mrs. Hudson and her opposable thumbs ^^
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Date: 2017-01-06 11:51 pm (UTC)I loved:
The most upright branch casts a shadow/ on the steepest spire of philosophy/ whilst the lowest bower dips to anoint/ itself in forgotten slum water.
The fidelity of/ the great Sherlock Holmes/ is and was and/ shall ever/ be to/ truth.
The remorse of Sherlock Holmes is a clump/ of seedy, bee-bitten, port-coloured/ berries. Too rare to be hidden,/ too sharp to be sweet, far too/ telling to be false,
sweet-scented rubies for/ the clever, loyal, quick and true,/ once bestowed, then preserved in sugared/ memory like a late summer’s embrace.
the smoke of a new pipe;/ the weight of old silk;/ Watson. These are/ the great loves/ of the great/ Sherlock/ Holmes.
Many congratulations to Inky for writing such a wonderful poem and producing such a lovely tart. And an extra little nod to Mrs. Hudson and her opposable thumbs ^^