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stonepicnicking_okapiTitle: Love's Old Sweet Song
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Length: 135
Rating: Gen
Poetic form: Xenolith
Notes: For the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
holmes_minor poetry page. The xenolith is a two part poem with teeth intertwined like combs. One part of this are the lyrics of Love's Old Sweet Song, the poetry page prompt, and the larger part is my verse based on "The Retired Colourman." I also included this in my chocolate wrapper poetry series. This was a bar of Ruby Chocolate (very pink but tasting very mild) from ww.cocopzazz.co.uk.
old tale, a treacherous friend and a fickle wife;
once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
they must’ve been happy, full of love and of life,
when on the world the mists began to fall,
betrayal, jealousy, which the drum, which the fife?
though the heart be weary, sad the day and long
still to us at twilight comes love’s old song
of spider’s web spun shrewd and sharp as palatte knife,
just a song at twilight when the lights are low,
and the flickering shadows softly come and go,
‘pon overgrown garden and noxious plumbing rife
though the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
though the faults entombed and painted over the strife
still to us at twilight comes love’s old song,
old tale, a murderous man and his murdered wife.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Length: 135
Rating: Gen
Poetic form: Xenolith
Notes: For the
holmes_minor poetry page. The xenolith is a two part poem with teeth intertwined like combs. One part of this are the lyrics of Love's Old Sweet Song, the poetry page prompt, and the larger part is my verse based on "The Retired Colourman." I also included this in my chocolate wrapper poetry series. This was a bar of Ruby Chocolate (very pink but tasting very mild) from ww.cocopzazz.co.uk. old tale, a treacherous friend and a fickle wife;
once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
they must’ve been happy, full of love and of life,
when on the world the mists began to fall,
betrayal, jealousy, which the drum, which the fife?
though the heart be weary, sad the day and long
still to us at twilight comes love’s old song
of spider’s web spun shrewd and sharp as palatte knife,
just a song at twilight when the lights are low,
and the flickering shadows softly come and go,
‘pon overgrown garden and noxious plumbing rife
though the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
though the faults entombed and painted over the strife
still to us at twilight comes love’s old song,
old tale, a murderous man and his murdered wife.
