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holmes_minorWelcome, everyone and thank you for travelling to join me this month in Glasgow!
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!
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...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—
Oh.
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…
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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!
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—
Oh.
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!
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It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-20 03:28 pm (UTC)So Mrs S-H sent a telegram to explain
The points had got jammed, the signals were stuck,
The guard was annoyed, the driver said ‘oh bother, what a nuisance’
But finally Mrs S-H made it to the street
Only to have Mrs F faint at her feet
The thought of a gentleman removing his clothes
Had caused her to faint and land on her nose
When Mrs F came round she asked for the brandy
But Mrs H said there wasn’t any handy
And anyway it was time for them to catch the bus
So, come along Mrs F, please don’t make a fuss
The ladies had a lovely time busy with their sketching
And one or two of the drawings were even rather fetching
Many of the ladies had taken pleasure in their art
By imagining the model without clothes on any part
From thence they went to their lodgings with the redoubtable Mrs Forbes
And after eating supper they viewed each others’ daubs
Most had taken hip flasks, and the spirits began to flow
Until Mrs Forbes charged in and told them they must go
But they found another glass and filled it to the top
And Mrs Forbes said in which case she would let them stop
And everyone agreed Mrs H was Queen of the May
For organising another wonderful day away
Re: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-20 08:01 pm (UTC)Re: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-20 08:13 pm (UTC)Re: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-20 08:47 pm (UTC)And also of course: Many of the ladies had taken pleasure in their art/ By imagining the model without clothes on any part ^__^
An excellent summation and indeed continuation of the day's adventures ^__^
Re: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-20 09:09 pm (UTC)Not all the ladies are quite such delicate little flowers as Mrs F.
RE: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-21 05:26 am (UTC)RE: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-21 06:43 am (UTC)Re: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-27 06:16 pm (UTC)So much fun! :)
Re: It Rhymes
Date: 2017-10-27 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-20 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-20 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-20 08:51 pm (UTC)As you say, it's an interesting one, and perhaps one that will spark off more ideas as it's less familiar.
Art (a triangular triplet)
Date: 2017-10-21 05:58 pm (UTC)for its own sake, pleasure’s derived from lowliest manifestations
its absorbing modern mastery provokes the crudest observations
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Date: 2017-10-21 08:33 pm (UTC)RE: Art (a triangular triplet)
Date: 2017-10-21 10:26 pm (UTC)Re: Art (a triangular triplet)
Date: 2017-10-22 01:08 am (UTC)Re: Art (a triangular triplet)
Date: 2017-10-21 11:44 pm (UTC)Re: Art (a triangular triplet)
Date: 2017-10-22 01:07 am (UTC)For Mrs. S-H
Date: 2017-10-26 05:57 am (UTC)Tea kindly stopped for me
The Trolley held all sorts of fare
The Sweet and Savory.
I swiftly dove – Pangs knew no haste
And soon had put away
a fleet of treats, three decks replete;
squalled a Darjeeling sea.
I ate the Bread, with Butter spread
The Scones – with Cream and Jam
I ate the Buns, Hot Crossed with Plums;
quaffed Cordial by the Dram.
Or rather – Sip by sip
Indeed, the mead exceeded hopes
unspoken. Fancies mixed cue joys
foretoken -- Art and Gin –
We sketched before a man who seemed
so far too overdressed --
I failed to note his seam much less --
which way his crease was pressed --
And then -- to Gin – and Homeward Bound
So glad to miss the Rush
Though left unseen Glasgow’s May Queen,
I’ve got a Royal Flush!
RE: For Mrs. S-H
Date: 2017-10-26 06:48 am (UTC)RE: For Mrs. S-H
Date: 2017-10-26 02:37 pm (UTC)RE: For Mrs. S-H
Date: 2017-10-26 02:52 pm (UTC)Re: For Mrs. S-H
Date: 2017-10-27 02:06 pm (UTC)I'll pick out a few of my favourite lines:
Because I could not stop for tea/ Tea kindly stopped for me
a fleet of treats, three decks replete;/ squalled a Darjeeling sea.
I ate the Buns, Hot Crossed with Plums;
I failed to note his seam much less --/ which way his crease was pressed --
Though left unseen Glasgow’s May Queen,/ I’ve got a Royal Flush!
Re: For Mrs. S-H
Date: 2017-10-27 03:30 pm (UTC)Red wine - a colour/color poem
Date: 2017-10-27 07:20 pm (UTC)chain of small islands
In a sea of pale skin
Peaks out from his open shirt.
Underneath,
would his heart beat sound beat strong and true
Or betray him to be a coward?
Would it taste
Like the color suggests and give away his drunkenness
Or be a unexpected pleasure on the tongue?
Is the skin raised?
Can a finger feel the mark with his ever breath?
The attention of the curious is fixated
and she quietly drifts while she paints.
(note: I think this how a color poem is designed to be arranged. Errr... So, forgive me if I'm off the mark. :))
Re: Red wine - a colour/color poem
Date: 2017-10-27 07:43 pm (UTC)There are some excellent poets amongst us, but I think we'd all agree that poetry is entirely open to the poet's interpretation. And apart from those forms which require exact metre and rhyme, you can never be off the mark.
Re: Red wine - a colour/color poem
Date: 2017-10-28 03:02 pm (UTC)Red wine/ chain of small islands/ In a sea of pale skin
Re: Red wine - a colour/color poem
Date: 2017-10-31 03:16 pm (UTC)A piece of doggerel
Date: 2017-10-28 02:59 pm (UTC)Mesdames Hudson and Turner
inspired by fine art
enrol in a life class
with an eight P.M. start.
At five to, they enter
and at eight they stand there,
waiting eagerly at easels
for the chap who is bare.
And as he strides out before them
and whips off his robe,
a thought springs across
Mrs. Turner’s front lobe.
“He looks so like Mr. Holmes…”
She picks up her brush.
“Dear God—it is Mr. Holmes,”
says her friend with a blush.
“So is Mr. Holmes undercover?”
Mrs. Turner rashly cries.
“If only,” says Mrs. Hudson.
And she covers her eyes.
Re: A piece of doggerel
Date: 2017-10-28 03:24 pm (UTC)Re: A piece of doggerel
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Date: 2017-10-31 03:17 pm (UTC)Re: A piece of doggerel
Date: 2017-10-31 08:43 pm (UTC)