Day 15: A silly attempt at NaPoWriMo’s daily prompt . . . which, for today, is to write in pairs or to use doubling . . . well, not my best effort, nor yet particularly clever, but it’s what I got.
When challenged to write using pairs
I promptly sliced up two pears,
with fruit juices dripping, wandering wooden piers
searching here, peering there, and sobbing in bitter despair.
I trembled with horror and fear,
for with no alehouse near,
my words would be dammed up, a swampy still-life
of manure, petty and trite.
A wizened crab-fishing crone,
beckoned me stand near her hand;
observing my moil, my thoughts in their coil,
she told me a story
of a grizzled old bear
and his taunted prey
who ran and ran and ran ever away,
never escaping his terrible fate
‘till he bared his soul in stained glass transparency.