A/N: I'm not usually one to jump on a bandwagon, but PGF challenged me to try my hand at this poetry craze that's starting up. While I used to do a good bit of poetry, I freely admit I haven't written anything serious in that vein for over two years. So, here's my first foray back into the poetry scene...hope someone likes!
Baker Street
'Midst a tune of soft enchantment
Coaxed from strings oft used for thought
Runs a mind of high dimensions
Brilliance formed by triumphs wrought.
Softly now the gas-lamps flicker
Casting 'pon that pensive face
Shadows that reflect in starkness
Burdens of the human race.
In that mind a struggle rages
In the war 'tween wrong and right,
Twisting, turning, convoluting,
'Til the truth is brought to light.
Then the music stops in vict'ry,
Gladness fills that clear-cut face
Eyes now gleam with gleeful triumph
Answers now fall into place.
Eagerly a voice is calling,
Rousing from a fireside seat,
Stalwart friend and chronicler, he
Guards the sleuth of Baker Street.
Let the villains wreak their havoc
On the London we adore,
Let the clients bring their problems,
As they've often done before.
Let the past reclaim the future,
Let the fog come creeping slow,
Encompassing with soft nostalgia
Modern-day and all its woe.
For what better method have we
To escape this tired world,
Than to hop a train of mem'ry,
Riding rails of written word.
Then to reach a fog-bound city
Watching as through gaslights clear
Words and voices come together,
Weaving tales of yesteryear.
Who would not give up this modern
Technological advance
For a hansom cab in London,
Cobbled streets, and foggy 'spanse?
Who would not exchange one evening
Spent amidst this world's dark fear,
For a softly gas-lit venture,
In a fog-bound, bygone year?
Time cannot the clock turn backward,
Nor can we, though wish we may.
Years far gone will ne'er be ours, since
Ever drifting far away.
Then let us to heav'n be grateful,
For the gift of memory;
For 'tis only then that we can
Turn back time and history.
There time's clock will ne'er march onward,
There that London ne'er shall fade
For those ties cannot be broken,
So deep was their foundation laid.
There that duo ever shall
Be held in an immortal time,
Never fading, yet remaining,
Deep within your heart and mine.
Liked it, hated it, should I do more or for Pete's sake stick to prose??
