My Poem: The Stately Home Murder: Here is a stately home: Gen

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

I like to make concrete poems out of fancy chocolate wrappers (after I eat the chocolate).

Title: Here is a stately home.
Fandom: The Stately Home Murder/Complete Steel by Catherine Aird [part of the Sloane & Crosby series]
Poetic Form: Samsong & concrete poem
Warning: SPOILERS for The Stately Home Murder, including the identity of the murderer.
Length: 447
Rating: Gen







Here is a stately home.

Here is a stately home which is open to visits and viewing.
Here is a stately home, public pence and shillings not eschewing.

Here is a stately home of hereditary beacon-keepers for kings.
Here is a stately home of a clan armigerous through arrows and slings.
Here is a stately home of an earl, his kith and kin, his papers and things.

Here is a stately home surrounded by grounds, herds of red deer, peacock plume.
Here is a stately home founded on armoury, dungeon, and oubliette tomb.
Here is a stately home of Ming vase, Holbein frame, every class of heirloom.
Here is a stately home with archivist, library, and muniments room.

Here is a stately home of an earl, the thirteenth one of Ornum.
Here is a stately home with the earl’s wife, their children, and then some.
Here is a stately home with a nephew and cousin who oft come.
Here is a stately home with two great-aunts to round out the quorum.
Here is a stately home with servants for ease and decorum.

Here is a stately home on an open-house Sunday in fair June.
Here is a stately home where tours run in morning and afternoon.
Here is a stately home where a boy wanders, to mischief attune.
Here is a stately home where that boy jousts with a spirit cartoon.
Here is a stately home where a knight’s steel conceals morbid balloon.
Here is a stately home with an archivist, slain, hidden, and hewn.

Here is a stately home welcoming Inspector Sloane with Sargent Crosby in tow.
Here is a stately home spreading its doors for crime experts and forensic tableau.
Here is a stately home hosting police inquiry, press’s dog-and-pony show.
Here is a stately home emptying its pockets of alibis, secrets, and woe.
Here is a stately home where both the arch and flat-footed are trotting to and fro.

Here is a stately home where the earl might not be the earl!
Here is a stately home where a black sheep’s playing the churl!
Here is a stately home where the muniments get a muddled swirl!
Here is a stately home where a gaggle of guests spies a rogue whorl!

Here is a stately home watching the threat to its earl’s earldom refuted.
Here is a stately home hearing a black sheep’s blackmail fatally muted.
Here is a stately home stunned to learn—the Holbein’s a fake!—it’s been looted!

Here is a stately home where a killer no more walks apparitional.
Here is a stately home where, as expected, one met the traditional.

Here is a stately home—where the butler did it!

Comments

[debriswoman]

This is just wonderful. Really impressed with the patterns and finding things which rhymed with decorum, and fitting in words like oubliette and muniments, and a murder plotted and solved, too:-)

I hope the chocolate lived up to its wrapper, too:-)

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Oh, thank you! I am glad you liked it. I have wanted to do this for a long time and took the momentum of the New Year to finally put it in place. The stately home on the wrapper was the original inspiration. Yes, quorum was a tough one! I love the word 'muniments.'

It was mint chocolate, and it was lovely!

[lunabee34]

You are so good at rhyming. I am really impressed. It always sounds so horribly tortured when I do it. LOL

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Thank you very much! Sometimes I go for the tough ones and sometimes I stick to day and say. Depends on the muse and the spoons!