Murder Among the Marigolds

An Ode to BBC Mysteries

This ode was written with heartfelt affection for Rosemary & Thyme. I’ve been deep into the BritBox app for AppleTV today and got inspired when I went for my English breakfast tea.

O hush, the hedgerows rustle low—
Another vicar’s met his fate.
A gardener’s spade, a poisoned scone,
The village fair runs ten minutes late.

Where manor walls hold whispered schemes
And cricket bats do double duty,
The roses climb with practiced grace
Concealing something far from beauty.

Enter stage left, with secateurs:
Rosemary, brainy and composed.
Thyme by her side, fierce in her boots,
A heart for justice, neatly posed.

A couple car chases and smoky pubs,
Just potting soil and clever clues,
Where murder hides in window boxes
And secrets bloom in navy hues.

The killer knits by fireside glow,
Or lectures herbs at garden talks,
But never fools our dauntless duo—
They sniff out guilt on country walks.

Oh give me this: the deadly calm,
The pastoral plot, the peril light,
A tidy corpse, a soothing yarn
Unspooling soft as morning light.

To Midsomer and Marple too,
We raise a cuppa in grim delight.
But Rosemary and Thyme, you queens,
You prune the dark to let in light.