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For @consultingsmartarse, a raunchy sea shanty based on the delicious MerLock/OctoJohn fic Ocean Treasure!!!
For @wits on tap 2017. Thanks so much to @redscudery for getting me in under the wire!
Octo Johnny he got treasure
(Heave away, haul away!)
To win Mer Sherlock to his pleasure
(Heave away, haul away!
To win Mer Sherlock and their pleasure.... (much more at the link)
Poetry remix of Paid Down More Penitence by Porcupine Girl for Wits On Tap 2017. I don’t know what the hell the rhyme scheme thinks it’s doing, but it is a sonnet so I’m not going to complain.
There's always death between them. It's their work.
Always affected, he pretends he isn't; she
Let herself feel it, at the last. To be
The cause, not the solution - she had work,
Not done, to clear herself. And then to learn
That she was wrong again, thank God. Now he,
No matter how infuriating, free
From grave dirt, still some decency might learn.
There is no centre to which they'll return.
She won't forget the past, the lies, the smirk,
She's still uncomfortable. He's a jerk.
But he's forgiven her. That's one good turn.
Forgiven her, for free. She still won't work
With him. But she'll believe that he can learn.
Inspired by the clever, funny, and sweet “Right Foot Red” by @Irrevocably_Sherlocked (read it here!), my entry in the Wits on Tap 2017 poetry remix challenge:
Twister (A Sonnet).
This was a blast. Many thanks to @redscudery for arranging this, and for reeling me in.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Mary Morstan
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan
Additional Tags: Clothes, dressing your bae, Pining, Reichenbach, Faked Death, Realizations, Reunions
Summary:
This poem is a remix of the lovely story Dressed by Anyawen, written most happily for Wits on Tap 2017.
Sherlock feels the need to update John's meager wardrobe with items of better taste. John eventually lets him.
This poem by the multi-talented @alexxphoenix42 will make you want to sing and dance and leave a million kudos.
One is a sign of mischief
Two a sign of mirth
Three is a sign of a wedding,
Four is a sign of a death
Five is a sign of rain,
Six is the sign of a baby born
Seven is a child without a name.
Siobahn feeds chicks with fierce, cold glee
One is sorrow
Two, shame
Three you know
Four, a sign of death
Five is pain
Six is laughter uncontrolled
Seven is love you cannot hold.
Siobahn can hear the magpies sing
One, a wish
Two, a kiss
Three, a girl
Four, a boy
Five, heaven
Six, hell
Seven, the devil’s own self.
Siobahn kills magpies with a string
One is a sign of anger
Two is what you’re worth
Three a hanging
Four a birth
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a truth never told.
Eight you live
Nine you die
Siobahn breaks the bodies when they grow cold
A Wits on Tap remix of @shayvaalski’s fascinating and haunting Tell Me Ma. I’ve never read a fic quite like it. I hope this little poem lives up to it.
I got to do two remixes this year! I decided a haiku was the best way to capture the snapshot quality of His First Vow, @13monkton’s little missing scene for aSiP.
Touch, a kiss, a vow.
Then clarity evaporates --
fragile bond unbound.
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(you can also find my Keats-inspired remix of @trickybonmot‘s The Case of the Two Apparations here.)