I found a Sherlockian sonnet written by William S Dorn, BSI, DWNP, who is so talented in his writings. A member of our local society and a man who does me the high honor of calling me his friend. I am sure after you read this you will agree with me as to the high quality of his work.
The Hound and the Bittern
In the days of yore the old tales tell,
Of a spectral hound Sir Hugo much did dread.
It followed him till last he fell,
Then tore at his throat until he was quite dead.
Anon Sir Charles by the moor he did wait.
Next morn the gentle man’s remains were found.
He laid face down quite near a lonely gate,
Beside him prints of a gigantic hound.
Then Watson came to Baskerville, the Hall,
He strolled the moor and heard a frightening noise.
One man did say it was a bittern’s call,
So fierce it was the doctor lost his poise.
Alas it was the massive hound that glows,
In phosphor spread in globs from jowls to nose.
2 Replies to “The Hound and the Bittern: A Sherlockian Sonnet by William S Dorn”
Any one liked This?
Hi Chips: I thought it was quite interesting–like the bittern reference. As a poet want-to-be, I like to read a variety of poems in a variety of styles.
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