a/n: inspired by a quote in "The Adventure of the Missing Three Quarter".
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Thanks to Zaydee and Ennui Enigma:-)
Peril
Boredom and idleness, mental stagnation;
Nothing to stimulate, fire up the brain;
A worried physician observes a detective,
Aware of the lingering lure of cocaine.
~0~
Dangers abound in the chambers of Baker Street;
Blackmail and murder, abduction and theft;
But nothing imperils in storms which surround them
As much as the calm when the maelstrom has left.
~0~
Blessed with a brain of abnormal activity,
Graced with exceptional talents of thought;
Unique combination of mindful agility,
Pin-sharp perception and joy in the sport.
~0~
Exceptional stamina, unflagging energy,
Fuelled by the thrill of a puzzle to solve;
But after such cases comes peaceful inaction
And will-power and patience begin to dissolve.
~0~
Instead of relief once excitement is over,
The chance to relax in a well-deserved lull;
A tension develops which steadily rises
As life becomes boring, and stifling and dull.
~0~
So, the wary physician observes a detective
Who paces and frets as so often before;
And thanks all the gods when the silence is broken
By a telegram sent or a knock at the door.
~0~
a/n: "I blessed this Mr. Overton, whoever he might be, since he had come with his enigmatic message to break that dangerous calm
which brought more peril to my friend than all the storms of his tempestuous life."-Arthur Conan Doyle
