Poetry Prompts: 5 drabbles, 5 fandoms
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stonepicnicking_okapiA variation on an exercise from thisbluespirit. Here are the steps.
1: Pick five fandoms. List them in alphabetical order.
2: Visit this site to find your first RANDOM POEM OF POWER [Note: Random Poem is the fourth tab from the left]. Write down the 5th line. Repeat five times and - you guessed it - list them in alphabetical order!
3: Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the drabble - it's just inspiration. [Note: I did a full drabble for each]
My fandoms:
Agatha Christie
BBC Sherlock
Good Omens
Jeeves & Wooster
Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
My random poem 5th lines:
He never misses a Degree— [Dickinson, “The Moon is distant from the sea”]
His thoughts were bare, his words were brittle [Robert Service, “Rose Leaves”]
That sowed the flower, he preferred— [Dickinson, “Although I put away his life”]
through wire and fog and dog-bark [Charles Bukowski, “Love & Fame & Death”]
--"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, [Thomas Hardy, “The Ruined Maid”]
1. Poirot & Hastings.
“Non, my dear Hastings, I must insist that your device is in error.”
“But, Poirot, this is first-rate thermometer, a real sensitive instrument, and it says it’s twenty-one degrees.”
“Ah, but my dear Hastings, the great Hercule Poirot is also a sensitive instrument, and neither he, nor his moustaches, ever miss a degree. It is twenty-two degrees, not twenty-one, which means I must retreat at once to the shade if I wish to exercise the little grey cells on this delicate matter that is before us. Here comes the lovely Mademoiselle with a pitcher of the cooling beverage. Trés bien.”
2. BBC Sherlock.
His thoughts were bare. No cases. Everything was peaceful. Bloody peaceful. He’d read John’s write-up of the ‘Study in Pink’ case. Christ, what a silly name. It had shaken him, though. Not the case, but John. John was watching him. He was paying attention. It was more than ‘extraordinary’ and ‘fantastic.’ The only people who paid attention to Sherlock stopped paying attention to him as soon as they’d got what they wanted. But John didn’t stop paying attention. It was nice. Oh, what shite. It was peaceful. Bloody peaceful. Sherlock wished he could shoot the walls. Oh, wait, he could…
3. Crowley/Aziraphale.
Oh, it was foul what the bloody mud was doing to his shoes! Crowley would’ve cursed the earth, but he’d already got a memo that week for frivolous cursing, and he’d have get his shoes clean before he sat back in the Bentley. He’d been in the neighbourhood, he told himself. Might as well, he told himself. Slight detour, no inconvenience, really. There! Hello, sunshines! Snippity-snip. Soaked rag at the base, waterproof sheet around the whole lot. Now, back to London, with a stop by a certain bookshop, leaving the meadow that sowed the daffodils that he preferred far behind.
4. Jeeves & Bertie.
“I say, it’s a bit thick, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Nephew’s devotion, very well, but, and I don’t say this lightly, Jeeves—egad!”
“An understandable reaction, sir.”
“First, there was the fence, and never having broken out of Pentonville, I was a bit rusty on the finer points.”
Jeeves shook his head at the shredded trousers.
“Then there was the fog and the dog! His bark was worse than his bite, but man’s best friends don’t come with calling cards stating those facts, do they?”
“No, sir.” Jeeves eyed the soiled jacket askance.
“And all for a bally silver gravy boat!”
5. Holmes & Watson.
“You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks!”
I shook my head and wondered what Holmes would do about the little ruined maid who had made away with the master of the house. I was of so many minds. It had been a gruesome crime, one worthy of punishment. It had also been a cleverly executed crime, one which had almost foiled the greatest crime-solver in the land. The victim was cruel. The culprit had suffered greatly at the hands of so many who ought to have served her better. I held my breath and waited for Holmes’s response.
thisbluespirit. Here are the steps.1: Pick five fandoms. List them in alphabetical order.
2: Visit this site to find your first RANDOM POEM OF POWER [Note: Random Poem is the fourth tab from the left]. Write down the 5th line. Repeat five times and - you guessed it - list them in alphabetical order!
3: Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the drabble - it's just inspiration. [Note: I did a full drabble for each]
My fandoms:
Agatha Christie
BBC Sherlock
Good Omens
Jeeves & Wooster
Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
My random poem 5th lines:
He never misses a Degree— [Dickinson, “The Moon is distant from the sea”]
His thoughts were bare, his words were brittle [Robert Service, “Rose Leaves”]
That sowed the flower, he preferred— [Dickinson, “Although I put away his life”]
through wire and fog and dog-bark [Charles Bukowski, “Love & Fame & Death”]
--"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, [Thomas Hardy, “The Ruined Maid”]
1. Poirot & Hastings.
“Non, my dear Hastings, I must insist that your device is in error.”
“But, Poirot, this is first-rate thermometer, a real sensitive instrument, and it says it’s twenty-one degrees.”
“Ah, but my dear Hastings, the great Hercule Poirot is also a sensitive instrument, and neither he, nor his moustaches, ever miss a degree. It is twenty-two degrees, not twenty-one, which means I must retreat at once to the shade if I wish to exercise the little grey cells on this delicate matter that is before us. Here comes the lovely Mademoiselle with a pitcher of the cooling beverage. Trés bien.”
2. BBC Sherlock.
His thoughts were bare. No cases. Everything was peaceful. Bloody peaceful. He’d read John’s write-up of the ‘Study in Pink’ case. Christ, what a silly name. It had shaken him, though. Not the case, but John. John was watching him. He was paying attention. It was more than ‘extraordinary’ and ‘fantastic.’ The only people who paid attention to Sherlock stopped paying attention to him as soon as they’d got what they wanted. But John didn’t stop paying attention. It was nice. Oh, what shite. It was peaceful. Bloody peaceful. Sherlock wished he could shoot the walls. Oh, wait, he could…
3. Crowley/Aziraphale.
Oh, it was foul what the bloody mud was doing to his shoes! Crowley would’ve cursed the earth, but he’d already got a memo that week for frivolous cursing, and he’d have get his shoes clean before he sat back in the Bentley. He’d been in the neighbourhood, he told himself. Might as well, he told himself. Slight detour, no inconvenience, really. There! Hello, sunshines! Snippity-snip. Soaked rag at the base, waterproof sheet around the whole lot. Now, back to London, with a stop by a certain bookshop, leaving the meadow that sowed the daffodils that he preferred far behind.
4. Jeeves & Bertie.
“I say, it’s a bit thick, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Nephew’s devotion, very well, but, and I don’t say this lightly, Jeeves—egad!”
“An understandable reaction, sir.”
“First, there was the fence, and never having broken out of Pentonville, I was a bit rusty on the finer points.”
Jeeves shook his head at the shredded trousers.
“Then there was the fog and the dog! His bark was worse than his bite, but man’s best friends don’t come with calling cards stating those facts, do they?”
“No, sir.” Jeeves eyed the soiled jacket askance.
“And all for a bally silver gravy boat!”
5. Holmes & Watson.
“You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks!”
I shook my head and wondered what Holmes would do about the little ruined maid who had made away with the master of the house. I was of so many minds. It had been a gruesome crime, one worthy of punishment. It had also been a cleverly executed crime, one which had almost foiled the greatest crime-solver in the land. The victim was cruel. The culprit had suffered greatly at the hands of so many who ought to have served her better. I held my breath and waited for Holmes’s response.