Sunday, February 23, 2014


I touched his cold forehead with the back of my un-gloved hand. No doubt about it, he was gone. One last entry in a shaky hand, and then resting his head upon the journal once more. At first, after moving to the window for better light, I thought it was cryptic code, but then I saw it was just a seventeen syllable poem which we happily shared in correspondence occasionally.
It read:
Truths long ridiculed
battled haunting suspicions
make no bones, the end
I buried him in the field beyond the moss bungalow under tall grass. Carefully gathering his journals documenting a long arduous work, I wrapped them tightly in clear plastic, stored them snug in my back pack, and went home to my study, hiding them behind the bookcase. I had a restless night, debating whether I should present the archive of the great man to the university, doubters all. Before sunrise, I dressed quickly, drank some three day old coffee, and walked in a light blinding mist over to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, of 221B Baker Street. He swung open the door before I knocked and pulled me inside by the arm. He was pale, and clearly without sleep, a robe over his clothes. We lit cigarettes, but did not speak at first as we settled into chairs facing one another. He rubbed his hands, and starred at the ceiling, chuckling.
"Pray tell, Dear Friend, why did you do such a horrifyingly sloppy job of burying the good professor"?
I got up and went to the window and peered out into the sheer blackness, knowing he would be a step ahead of me. I was silent.
"Was it his acromegaly?"
"Yes, I suppose...I...I...guess". I turned to Holmes. "He was in the last horrible stage, you know. I did not want..", I started.
"You wanted him to be remembered by his work. It is a noble cause," he said, soothingly.
"Go home. I will explain all to the constable".
"Thank you, Mr. Holmes".
"Nevermind, stay, I'll ring Mrs. Hudson for some eggs and a fresh decanter of java"!

art: Poet's Sleep,1989
by Chang Houg Ahn


Blogger Doctor FTSE said...

Wonderful! The cod haiku, too. Just wonderful! Now . . to Google to look up "Acromegaly."

2/24/2014 2:24 AM  
Blogger Berowne said...

Sharply intelligent, and quite entertaining...

2/24/2014 5:07 AM  
Blogger Jinksy said...

A wonderful flight of fancy. Thank you! :)

2/24/2014 6:19 AM  
Blogger Jinksy said...

... and a cleverly concealed truth, for the sleeper has indeed an abnormally large skull! Touch of genius with your diagnosis. LOL

2/24/2014 6:23 AM  
Blogger Kathe W. said...

smartly done! Excellent haiku.

2/24/2014 10:51 AM  
Blogger Karen S. said...

The sheer beauty of words, alive and quite delicious in their playfulness.

2/24/2014 1:43 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Compelling read, the coffee touch...

2/26/2014 1:53 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

A very engaging tale!

2/28/2014 6:46 PM  
Blogger The Blog of Bee said...

I enjoyed the read very much.

2/28/2014 6:58 PM  

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