a/n:I am delighted to welcome Lemon Zinger back, and to add her poem to this collection:-)
Holmes, hound and companions do not belong to me.
Two moor poems
twenty two
Moor Acrostic
by Lemon Zinger
Henry Baskerville has come upon fortune or fate
Of a hound. Dr Mortimer speaks on this date
Under the fog of a dark bog and mire.
Now they fear a new murder will transpire,
Deciding to send Watson to investigate.
~0~
On the moor, life seems very desolate
For the inhabitants are all quite grim.
~0~
The doctor ses to the task before him;
He meets neighbours, but no motive is clear;
Each seems frightened of the danger so near.
~0~
Barrymore is hiding the escaped convict,
And Henry is left in dire conflict;
Striding forth to find the murderous man,
Knowing it is against Holmes' plan.
Espying a boy running to and fro;
Ruins might hold a dodgy foe.
Very neatly, Watson finds the place
In which Holmes has watched the case.
Little time is left; the chase is on;
Lives might be lost before dawn.
Everyone seems most surprised
Stapleton was the villain in disguise.
~0~
twenty three
Moor typing for Laura Lyons
by mrspencil
My typewriter, a Remington,
A well-used instrument.
Neat words, not jumbled scrawl;
Obscuring meaning and intent.
~0~
No false deceiving penmanship,
No promised words to break.
No tears to make the pages blur,
No mess, no lives at stake.
~0~
No tricks, no hidden messages,
Each sentence bold and clear.
No grand artistic flourishes
To spoil what I hold dear.
~0~
But...
Mistakes, once typed, remain;
There's no restoring what is lost.
Too late, I understand
What every single word can cost.
~0~
a/n2: any moor poems out there?