In the spirit of Edward Gorey, this is a series of illustrations and poems that chronicles the concocted demise of Sara Barkat’s favorite (favourite?) literary and movie characters.
Poem 1: Holmes and Watson
Holmes and Watson riding in a cab,
One fell down and then was stabbed.
The other stood up and then was shot,
And that’s the end the two friends got.
Poem and illustration by Sara Barkat, age 16.
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Nancy Franson says
Saw this on Pinterest and clicked over–it cracked me up! Good work. And, just in time for Halloween 🙂
L. L. Barkat says
Ah, Nancy. How wonderful that you can appreciate the dark-wit side of poetry 🙂
Elizabeth W. Marshall says
I want to write like Sara when I grow up. Ah to be pithy and witty and wise beyond one’s years. The shorter the poem, the stronger the impact– often, so often. I want more.
Oh, this is such a treat! I feel all smirky as I read it. 🙂
Oh, Sara, have you read Lemony Snicket?? This brings those books to mind.
You paired your tragic verse with such a delightful illustration… I’m looking forward to Poem 2!
LOL! Poor fellas! 😀
Diana Trautwein says
Love it. The poem and Sherlock and Watson.