My poems: Sprattle: Gen

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Title: Sprattle
Poetic form: Burns stanza (a variation of)
No. of lines: 36
Length: 192
Rating: Gen
For: GYWO 2022 Yatzhee Roll #6: sprattle
Notes: based on Hide and Seek by Ian Rankin, an Inspector Rebus mystery


abandoned and occupied
this squat where sprattle’s dross reside
where Monday’s found and lost has died
a chattel cup; a fix inside
crucifixion
odd questions posed; odd pose belied
juxtaposition

a punk, a girl who’s been made
fat flies on the body are bade
to buzz; signs occultly degrade
the conversation, prattle trade
a Tuesday disease
a case, a sprattle just the shade
of Red Leicester cheese

a Wednesday angler’s line unfurled
is casting in all points uncurled
it reels in herrings, red and pearled,
a camera eye blinks unwhorled
at sprattle. With witches?
a good deed in a naughty world
a frayed tattle snitches

think like Tarzan. protect your nuts.
Thursday kicks, sprattle to the guts,
attack in the stacks; one door shuts,
a rattle opens and tut-tuts
friends of the slain
confess wild greed, misdeeds, and ruts
weakness for gain

a fatal trove is found in privy slop
some photographs, sprattle to shop
a sting leaks, a battle mess to mop
the truth is no one’s friend or cop
sluggers ‘til the
Friday lands on the blocking chop,
buggers silly

and Saturday closes case; an urbane great game loses face

Comments

[debriswoman]

Fascinating…great images :-)

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Thank you! It was my first Inspector Rebus, and when I found out he was Scot, I went with it.