Mystery Poems

[Elizabeth Cornwall]

I know that this is quite sudden... but I'm in desperate need of some mystery poems. If you can provide me with a link to the online version, I'd be indebted to you for eternity. :D:D:D:D:D


And to make this a discussion, use this to talk about what your favorite mystery poems are, and why you like them so much.










(Edit: the problem and need for poetry has been taken care of, but please still use the discussion...)

[Bachi]

... mystery poems...

I don't know if I have ever read a mystery poem? Is "The Raven" one?

[annie]

I don't know that as a category either. I was thinking about The Listeners by Walter de la Mare, Ozymandias by Shelly, as well as The Raven.
Or what about Bloody Men are like Bloody Buses by Wendy Cope? LOL!

[Pat Floyd]

I don't know the category either, but would "The Highwayman," by Alfred Noyes be a candidate, or the funny Latin take-off, "The nox was lit by lux of luna and 'twas a nox most opportuna to catch a possum or a coona."

[Bachi]

..."The nox was lit by lux of luna and 'twas a nox most opportuna to catch a possum or a coona...

Pat, that sounds more like humor than mystery to my ear! :D

[Pat Floyd]

Pat, that sounds more like humor than mystery to my ear! :D

True--or at least adventure. The only mystery would be the success or failure of the hunt.

[Bachi]

Here you go Liz,
This poem was given the distinction of being goodreads Poem of the Month,
and both the poem and it's warranting this distinction are a mystery to me! :confused:


unscrew the moon by Andrew Lundwall

strange stars plucked the bones of her piano
dying the same dream night after night
if love might could be taught to be
cellphone refugees' genuflecting lips
throw long o's of sweeter life preservers
lies to each glance foretold by eyelash tips
mounts of sweat that creak of compromise
forgetful togetherness crayoned on chest
blacklisted alibis swallow to drain to fertilize
hazel-eyed assassins disguised as buoys
bobbing on a feather-filled lake in fishnets
tread tongues along bottom learning disturbed
a pixilated fantasy of horizon bloods up swells
each shell confesses when crunched underfoot
of delusions of grandeur fake a chain unscrew moon
where pretend is promise it's best not to get

[LindaU]

As it happens I have written some SH poetry but it's not online, and as this is an old posting I imagine your urgent need has melted away by now. Here is a sample, I will post more when I have time.

THE LAND-LADY'S LAMENT

Dear Mrs. Hudson—I'm afraid
I've lost my appetite
Again: and though this meal you've made
Looks excellent, I'm quite
Beyond your toast and marmalade,
I cannot touch a bite.
My work must never be delayed,
but your cuisine just might.

Now, please don't fret. It's not your fault,
But when I'm on a case,
I frequently must call a halt
To food in any case.
No dash of thyme, no pinch of salt
Can tempt me for a taste—
Not even your good ginger-malt:
Remove it, with all haste.

No, please do not leave it behind—
I shall not touch a crumb.
I starve my stomach, feed my mind,
That is my rule of thumb
When such a puzzling sort of crime
As this, my way should come;
And eating is a waste of time
Until it's solved and done.

So please do just as you are told
And be off with your tray.
Until some secrets here unfold
I'll take no food to-day...
!—My word. That's it. I've cracked the code!
I've solved it!! Oh, I say—
I'm starving, and these eggs are cold.
Bring more, without delay!

[Donna]

Love it! Linda, thanks. That's a fun poem and definitely should fit the mystery category. Very creative! Thank you for sharing. :)

PS - Liz, I doubt mystery poems are even on your horizon any longer but in case you want my favorite - it's Macavity by T. S. Eliot. Sarah Brightman sings a wonderful rendition of it. (Music by Andrew Lloyd Weber for the musical Cats)

[Pat Floyd]

Linda, I love your poem and would love to read more of your poetry.